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#8 // 11 April 2015 you say you miss me, you whisper it into my ear into my skin into my mouth you say you miss me, you burn it into my hands you sew it into my skin you leave a raging war in your wake you say you miss me, but you don’t miss me enough to keep up our conversation in the dark, your hands come all over me, you hold me like i’m the last thing left on earth, you kiss me like you never want to leave i never wanted this, i hate you for having led me on, i should’ve known better, i should have compartmentalised you from the start stop lying to yourself, he found a way under your skin it’s just another case of bad timing and this time it is not my fault. |
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