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You walked up to me and covered my eyes from behind.
Years later your touch lingers still.
I don't know what to do
I am not starved for touch
I am starved for you
The hope, that you may never read these words.
The fear, that you may never read these words.
Don't stab me in the back. Stab me in the front so I can hug you as I draw my last Breath.
You are my most painful past that i don't want to change.
Yes. Yes indeed.
Day 2710th of trying to be happy in your happiness
Day 2710 of failure
Oh the conflict between wanting to tell you everything I want to say and wanting to sit with you in silence forever. Watching clouds.
If I promise to not call it love. Do you promise to stop asking me to let you go?
You might not be here always but you are always here when it matters most.