Saturday, May 31, 2014

I just want to touch you once. I just want to feel you once.
Like paint splattered in the wind you run across my heart. I only get the drops. I only get what is left over of the life and color. The afterthought.
I won’t drive you away.
To keep you is pain. To let you go is pain. You can’t ever be what I really need. What I really want. I still want you.

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