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The End
You aren’t mine,
But it feels like you are.
We don’t date,
But it feels like we do.
My bad..
It’s the sex that has me confused.
Thinking we’re more then what we really are,
When the truth is,
We don’t even know what we are to each other.
I mean I know who I am,
And you know who you are,
Separately,
But together..
There’s no name for this.
This feeling,
Mutual feelings of interest.
Lust,
Need,
Sex..
(pause)
That’s it.
That’s what we are.
Sex.
We make it,
Crave it,
With one another.
So much that if we try it with someone else,
It doesn’t feel the same.
We’re natural,
We fit.
Saturday was our last time tho,
For whatever this is.
You,
Me,
Its done.
The end.
I'm going through the EXACT
I'm going through the EXACT same thing. I wish men were more straight forward with their intensions and feelings as they are with their bodies.
Well phrased though.