Miss you. (I want to C you soon.) - September 2024

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Miss you. (I want to C you soon.)
Shared glances across the room.
Flashbacks to the night when
He touched me in a way no one ever had before.
Yet I'm still stuck in my dark bedroom, all alone, wishing you were here again.
Fill the holes
In my heart
With pain, lust, desire and sadness.
I miss your cocky smile
The whispers between us
And the times you never actually wanted me.
My brain's in a whir
And I'm not sure if
You meant to haunt my dreams, to keep me thinking about you.
So my last question to you is
Do you miss me too?

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