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You're with me yet you're thinking about her perfect limbs, her synchronized lids, her vivid lips. You're stroking my hair, holding my hands, and kissing my neck yet you're aiming and even aching to burrow into and know her soul. We're adjacent, only centimeters from each other, yet you're wishing for her presence, her havoc, her divinity.

Do I (really) make you flail?

Why are you here with me?
Why are you wasting your time?
Why do you stay?

You're asleep beside me yet you're dreaming about her absolute spots, her meaningful sighs, her sinful smiles. You're telling me things, singing me songs, and writing me poems yet you're desiring and even dying to encapsulate around and save her soul. We're parallel, only minutes apart from each other, yet you're starving for her opacity, her malice, her attention.

You (really) make me ail.

Why am I here with you?
Why am I wasting my time?
Why do I stay?

No one fucking knows or cares.

Therefore, just --
Act dumb to feel numb;
act numb and feel dumb.

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I have rediscovered your blog. And I have also rediscovered how much I have forgotten to care about... stuff, after reading this post.
Anonymous said... April 1, 2012 at 2:44 AM
why we put up with each other, we'll never really know.

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"Hi."

You're with me yet you're thinking about her perfect limbs, her synchronized lids, her vivid lips. You're stroking my hair, holding my hands, and kissing my neck yet you're aiming and even aching to burrow into and know her soul. We're adjacent, only centimeters from each other, yet you're wishing for her presence, her havoc, her divinity.

Do I (really) make you flail?

Why are you here with me?
Why are you wasting your time?
Why do you stay?

You're asleep beside me yet you're dreaming about her absolute spots, her meaningful sighs, her sinful smiles. You're telling me things, singing me songs, and writing me poems yet you're desiring and even dying to encapsulate around and save her soul. We're parallel, only minutes apart from each other, yet you're starving for her opacity, her malice, her attention.

You (really) make me ail.

Why am I here with you?
Why am I wasting my time?
Why do I stay?

No one fucking knows or cares.

Therefore, just --
Act dumb to feel numb;
act numb and feel dumb.

3 comments:

  1. I have rediscovered your blog. And I have also rediscovered how much I have forgotten to care about... stuff, after reading this post.

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  2. why we put up with each other, we'll never really know.

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