Dear Everything

You little shit.
Don’t you know what this is?
I see you, I feel you, I need you
And quite frankly
I think that I might, ahem, love you.
So  are you playing dumb
or don’t you want to
touch me, taste me, hold me
and more importantly
love me back?
Are you stuck?
I’ll help you, I’ll find you, I’ll care for you
I’m waiting
Kiss me, call me and if it makes
a bit of difference
bleed me and drain me dry
leave me for dead
or worse, lie.
Just do something
Before we dissolve, dammit.
Wake up.


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