PRESSURED.

t h r e e

you're there, but for some reason, i can't reach you, stop.
you, who's like a dream, is a butterfly high to me
-butterfly by bts

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you came to my apartment more often

coming in late at night and disappearing in the morning

i wanted you to stop, please stop playing with my feelings

but i love you too much to say no, and you know that

sometimes, i wondered if you still loved me

as we layed on the bed, our limbs tangled together

sweat covering our bodies as we panted

you draped your arm around my waist

and you brushed my hair with your long fingers

before kissing my cheek and falling asleep

but we both know that you'll be gone the next day