you don’t want me

to be yours

so why am I?

why isn’t

this enough?

I thought

I could let go

but I still

feel your grip

you said you didn’t

want me

but I remember

when you did

because your skin

spoke louder

than your lips

now it’s all

gone quiet

and I can’t help

but wish

that you were here

arms wrapped

around every part

of me

asleep without

the worry

that you

don’t really

want me


the fear

that your skin

was just skin

and the thought

that I’ll

never stop

wanting you



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