87. Still….

Another failed attempt at physical, and emotional connection with someone. 

Once again, I painic, I begin to think of you. 

I love you so much, I miss you just as much. 

Though your his, my beating muscle belong to you. 

            Months, and your still my every thought.

   It’s torture at this point, even begging even night before bed, I can’t let us go. 

Im nothing more then a child, hoping lighting will strike twice in the same place….

                        knowing it’s never possible….


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