September 13th, 2015

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He'll grab your waist, 

     and rest his forehead against yours. 

He'll stare at your lips, 

     and bite on his own. 

He'll make you feel special, 

     but just for the night. 

He'll break down your walls, 

     and you'll feel alright. 


You'll be in pieces the next day, 

     and his phone will go straight to voicemail. 

You'll realize he's either a liar or a coward, 

     and a downright prick. 

You'll tell your friend, 

     and she'll say you should have known. 

You'll bite your lip, 

     and try to forget that night. 


"You have no idea how long

      I've wanted to do that."



dedicated to Gabe - the prick who I wrote this about; and to Vanessa - the friend I never meant to hurt. 

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