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Bragee
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I don’t need you….but I want you.

I can’t let go of the thoughts of being engulfed in your warm embrace,

Where I lose all control, and I can’t feel my face.

I lose all words to speak and I can barely see,

Even walking seems impossible once you get hold of me.

I know that no one person should possess this much power, that’s why I don’t need you,

And continuously try to leave you,

But you always pull me back in with the taste of your sweet love,

Even though I know I don’t need you….

But I can’t resist pressing my lips to the top of your glory hole with a passionate kiss,

And letting you fill my mouth with the sweetest nectar in the beehive,

Until I feel like I can fly away.

Even though I know you’ll be gone by time I wake,

My ties to you are too strong for me to break.

Although this week I tried to once again,

But on Monday someone asked me about you and I couldn’t get you off my mind the rest of the day.

Tuesday I had a dream about you that made me want to sleep forever.

Wednesday I damn near had to sever my hands off to stop from reaching out to you.

Thursday I spent all day remembering the pain you caused me.

Friday I broke down and invited you to come stay for the weekend.

We made love the entire time….

And even though you still got up and left in the end,

I’ll probably still call again next weekend.

I guess that’s why they say alcoholism is a sickness…..

I don’t want you anymore…..but now I need you

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after vision says:

my poet, the ebbs and flows of love sometimes picks the heart for it's playground

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