I find myself swallowing all the words I used to tell myself I wouldn't do
I find myself cursing your name in my free time when I'm not daydreaming
I find myself longing for what happened last night - your weight, your aggression, your plead
And I can't help but stare at my neck in the mirror
And I look away abashed
Because kisses and longing stares shouldn't linger
It shouldn't make me smile
Not when I'm with somebody else
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Miscellanea
PoetryThis is a collection of prose, poems, and quotes continuing Trinkets. If you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you!
