I want you, I really do, but you don't want me and it's okay, actually, it's not okay, I hate it because it's a reflection of myself of how I can't make a man stay, how I can't make anybody stay. I hate it, that I want you so much and all you want is my body and bits of my mind I can spare at any moment, I don't understand why you want that when you could have all of me.
Are you trying to tell me to wait for you, you said I should not speak of it again, I should not speak the possibility of us being together, I like you, I really do, but you see you're going to say you're not ready, then you'll meet another girl, and you'll be ready, and I'm thinking so hard of self sabotaging.
Look I don't want to be your friend when I know the way your taste, the way you grind, the way your body welcomes me when we collide. I don't want to be your friend, I want to be your lover, your soulmate, your partner, your best girl, I just want to be, to someone.
Go, leave, you're not coming back, I don't want to wait for you.
November 26, 2022.
A/n
Looks like November was filled with emotions. Muse.
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Something Mending -- VOL 1
PoetryOf Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength...
