Stay With Me

Stay With Me

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She suddenly turns aroud approaches me. "Hey..." With a slow movement, she grabs my hand. She's so cold but I love it...I love the frost of her hands... She looks into my eyes. I feel how her soul is feeding on mine, I am drowning in the abys of her beautiful eyes. It feels so good. Our faces start to approach slowly. Closer... I close my eyes. Closer... She tightnes my hand, like she doesn't want me to leave. This feels good... Closer... "I am...sorry..." She lets go of my hand and turns around. "I have to go." She starts walking. I rush and grab her hand again. "Just..." She looks at me very surprised. "Just stay with me..."
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You have no idea how many times I found myself waiting for Riley to come over. But he never did. And I don't know why, but I found myself staring out my window... hoping he'll look out his window and smile at me like he always does... use to anyway. Then again; I missed his lips too. The lips I tasted way too much on Friday. The lips I'm craving to have on me. But they aren't even mine to have. And I feel like my world has slanted and like it's no where near me. Like I have to run an extra mile to make up for every step I should of took; for every step I should be taking. I can't help but wonder why he hasn't come by and apologize. Is he home? Is he with Marie? Does she know? Should I be scared or something? Is he mad at me? Or himself? I stood up and walked up to my full-length mirror that's attached to my closet door. I looked at my naked body. I passed my right hand over my belly. Flat. I raised my hand over my right breast. But I didn't touch it. Sigh. I turned to my side and looked at thigh and my butt. My butt sticks out a bit more than my thigh. As always. Nothing had changed. Just my feelings. My feelings about everything in my life. Suddenly, I felt anger.

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