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I'm starting to need you like
I need my hands
But I'm not even
Your favorite way to spend the night
Like there's a million of me
Just waiting to be picked and you'll choose
The one with the
Sun in her smile and
The warm skin
But my ice cold limbs will
Be frozen in your mind
Like the time you left
And cried about my eyes on the way home
There are days you
Can't look at me and sometimes
You feel your teeth crack
From the lies
And I might not be your favorite way to
Spend the night
But you'll think of me.
Often.
My nails digging into your back
And my throat constricting
Around words I always failed to push out
Communication was never my strong point
But you'll remember that too
You're going to love me
In your least favorite way
Love me like the fleeting notes of a song
Running through your head
You'll play me and play me and play me
And I'll always win
Love me so I can break your heart
And you'll remember the girl
Who ate feelings like vitamins,
The girl who would drink your laugh if she could,
The girl who was made of fog and mist and that one end of the street you always avoided,
You'll remember me.
And that's all I ever wanted.

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