This was what you wanted.
You were all I wanted
But not like this.
Your head resting on my hip.
My back on your bed.
My fingers lost in your hair.
Skin to skin.
A mess of sheets.
A pile of clothes.
It’s dark
But I see you.
I want to ask
What do you want?
Living this way without longevity.
Loving this way without conviction.
She calls you, empty.
You feed her the same way you feed me.
But what do you want?
It can’t be this.
All you had to do was stay.

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