I wish she'd say yes and surrender herself to me.
I'd never hurt her no matter what. She can take my heart and run it over. She is stabbing it with a needle already.
Everyday I go without seeing her beautiful face is another day of wanting her presence. What I would give to just see her everyday at least once.
I still don't know when I can call her mine or if I ever will.
She's like a drug.
Fentanyl.
LSD.
Heroin.
Marijuana.
Cocaine.
Meth.
She's my drug. I want her so I don't have to go through the pain of withdrawal.
Without her presence or voice or even text; pain.
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Poetrylove /ləv/ noun 1. an intense feeling of deep affection. lust /ləst/ noun 1. very strong sexual desire. miss·ing /ˈmisiNG/ adjective 1. (of a thing) not able to be found because it is not in its expected place. 2. (of a person) absent from a place...
