Cada cinco meses me acuerdo de vos y digo MIERDA

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She makes me feel stable.
She makes me feel like nothing can go wrong,
because nothing can go wrong between us.

He makes me feel safe.
Sensing his presence in the room
gets me at ease.
Feeling his hand touch my skin
gives me comfort.

She made me feel loved,
cared for,
important.
I could give her as much love
as made me feel sane.

He makes me feel endless,
exciting,
intense.
It's passion.
It's addiction.
Is it love?

He makes me feel like I'm awesome.
It's the way he wasn't supposed to care,
yet he does.
And it goes back and forth.

She makes me feel at home.
She calls me family,
because that's what she is.
Maybe it's not the way I'm sure of,
but I'm convinced it'll work out
however it's supposed to.

She keeps me in line.
I do shit.
She fixes it.
She cries.
I calm her.
She's the Riley to my Maya.

She doesn't make me feel anything.
She was just fun to be with.
That's probably why it doesn't hurt
now that she's gone.

I'm thinking she thought I would protect her with my life,
yet I would hurt a fly.