We hung out "just as friends" last night It was everything I could do To not reach over and take your hand It was an awkward goodbye I pictured myself hugging you But you didn't touch me at all Can I help it if I feel used? I was a filler for your horny desire Nothing more Everything less I woke up every hour on the hour Crying out your name Wanting to run my hands through your hair Wanting to feel your body on top of mine Or at least our finges intertwinedBirth sign: Libra
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