The last time I heard you say those words, your palm was pressed into mine, your body holding up my own. Our lips were interlocked in a way that I hated but still couldn't get enough of. You made me weak in your presence, but you fueled me like gasoline. If I went too long without staring into those destructively perfect eyes, I would burn out. Then you'd come along and ignite me again.
I hate you with every part of me.
And yet, I love you even more.
But I was just another pair of lips to kiss. Another chest to look at. You were a five-course meal to me, and I merely morsels to you. You knew exactly how I felt and used that to your advantage.
And I didn't even care. Because as long as I had you in some way, I felt alive. Without you, I feel everything short of nothing.
So I watch you everyday, laughing along with your friends. I talk about my new boyfriend whenever you're in earshot and hope it has some effect on you, though I doubt it ever will.
I never want to feel trapped to you again.
But I long for it every second of my life.
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Things About Ben
SaggisticaWe were destructive and perfect and everything that anyone ever longed for. Except, I loved you, and you just wanted to not be lonely anymore. These are all the things I wish I could say to you.
