Make the pain stop
Give me what I want.
Days when I can’t help but be extra because what I feel is so strong that I refuse to let it go.
And I don’t care.
And it’s unfair.
But so are you.
This could be through. This could be done.
Or we could feel like two kids. In love.
Constantly on the run.
Who needs a perfect love story when one with kinks and dents can become more cherished because of the time invested.
Who needs to be closer to you than me?
I wish I was…. yours. I wish you were mine.
But your not and we’re not.
And maybe it’s better this way.
But it doesn’t feel like it.
C. L Cunningham
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