My eyes are not that dark
I won’t scare you away
with my aura, supposedly
you like my scent
have you read me
to the point
where the back of your throat
is so dry
that only my
mouth on yours
would quench that thirst?
Never answer my questions
you should know more about me by now
but you stopped listening a long time ago
too far to know that it is best
to keep away from my electric fence.
I need so much “space”
that cliches are my t-shirt slogan.
He reads my book lying in bed
you are not in my head, just my book
you are not in my book, just my head.
I tell him I loved him more
when he loved me less
I can never stop loving you
when the dark and the grey meet
it makes my insides corrupt
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