last night i fell asleep with your face on the backs of my eyelids.
this morning i woke up to your words echoed from my dreams.
sometimes i can feel you thinking of me.
of the way my body aches for you when i haven't felt yours for long periods of time.
you send the most pleasurable shutters through my belly and deep, deeper down.
i can't help but think there is a reason we met.
the feelings that rage through me, when i talk to you, are new to me.
something inside of me tells me that the fuck you's are just a facade.
that my i love you's couldn't be real.
all of this is something you pretend to go along with for fear of breaking my soul.
your demons really aren't all that different from mine.
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