p o e t r y

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What do you want from me?

Hand written notes, burnt coffee and cigarette smoke?

Because I'm not exactly sure anymore

We were

Stained sheets

Merely an extended one night stand

But you seem to want more

Why can't you just let me need you

The way you remind me of how sad I am

And for the moments I'm with you

We took each others sadness

Through a dance under torn sheets and feathered pillows

Curling toes and breaking head boards

That's all we are

So I'm writing to you

But you need to tell me..

What do you want from me?

A//N 

in need of a message or two or something just not all this pretence