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I ran my fingers through 

his mess of hair

as his lips traveled

down my rib cage, 

and his fingers

danced across my 

bare skin. 

He doesn't love me,

or know me.

But I needed

him in ways

I didn't understand. 

Not just in a physical

sense but mentally

I just needed him. 

The next day,

I expected him 

to confess his love and

want for me. 

It wasn't ideal,

realistic, or even

a possibility and

I knew it.

Yet I still felt broken 

and abandoned. 

We don't love each other,

or need each other. 

We just use each other

to make ourselves

feel less alone. 

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[A.L.]

And in turn, feel more alone.

[k.s.]

Exactly, we think that those 30 minutes will make us feel alive for years when it only lasts that 30 minutes or however long you want to hold on and think it meant more than it was.

[A.L.]

We can never find the solution to loneliness in people. They seem to always disappoint...