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Take my hand, please and let me feel those loveless wrists.

I want the flesh that lies to me so deeply to whisper unspoken lies to me one more time. I want to get the rise out of you, to see you one time without a motivation. Call me crying, send me sympathetic signals for a lie that keeps you from me. Hide your face in the bosom of another and turn the cheek one more time.

He may be your friend, and he may be the outlet you’re looking for, but I don’t know if I can see you with him. You’re spiral into another Hindman horror story is fast approaching, three a day isn’t far from a pack. You spit lies in my face when you’re near him, knowing if there’s one person you can trust…it’s me.

You’ve felt things from me that no one else has, and I have felt something for you that I never thought existed. This isn’t real, and isn’t possible. Every time someone says those words they’re putting on a show for the passer Byers right? Obviously not, since I can think your name and skip a beat in my chest. Or hear whispers of your name, and my lungs fill with excitement or devastation. You shake when we’re together, you say from the cold, I say from the fear in your bones.

I say who gives a f**k, love me as deeply as I love you.

This is just another poem to that heart set sail.

You know, you’re a breath taker and a smile faker, and if anyone can understand where I’m coming from when I say that, it will be you. Being obsessed isn’t as bad as loving you this much.