Dear Anonymous,
The way you make my stomach feel,
The way you make my skin feel,
The way you taste when you touch my lips,
You are everything and nothing and I wouldn’t change a thing.
Most people would say I don’t need you,
Or that you’re bad for me,
And bad for my heart.
I just can’t stop thinking about you,
I hope you think about me too,
but I know you don’t.
We’ll meet again and when we do,
I hope you get lost,
lost in the undeniably black hole that I can be.
Consuming everything that you are, and taking it for myself.
Will you let me?
You won’t have a choice.
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