Okay I am really hurting myself, withholding me from you. I so want to open, respond to your day late, dollar short text but I have more cents than that. The pennies you've given for my thoughts still don't drop a dime, well that one time via text but I think you were drunk.
I've only asked for your extra time and your kiss, but this pinching of it doesn't make much scene. I want you to want to spend time with me. To wake up and want to get to me, to do what it takes to make me a part of your day. Not a fucking “Hey” not an hello text then void of much else. I mean shit HI!....
You mean to tell me there is nothing more you have to convey. Maybe more than “How's your day?” Oh yeah we do that phone sex play. Umm Hmm. Anyway if sex is all we are then what I'm losing is no lose.
The truth of the matter is from the begin I knew we couldn't be more than just friends. Because want to love you and you just wanted to fuck me. Well we both got what we wanted.
Now I'm staring at this un opened text wanting what you wanted, praying that you sent me what I wanted.
F*@% ME
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The body works hard to produce so I can live, it loves on me 24/7 none stop. All the turmoil that is taking place inside of me you will never see yet it partners with me and wooest be, a calm fresh face presents a walking, living kind of contradiction. My insides are throwing up, spewing blood that pushes about life.
The body works, the mind stops to lurk. I plunge into it deeply until I see thought. Clear past my feelings to the root of it all, down pass the dirt and muddy waters of time to recall a place that feels like it wants to be left alone. Hidden in the briers. That place ....... My memories.
Thoughts of you run plenty, would you like one? I don't even mind I've got a whole lot of you. You smell wonderful, like a combination of sweetness and hope. Funny how my memories take me to you. You, the place my body has vacated. The body works and the mind lurks.