I couldn't write this again. I tried. When I saw you in my door frame. Each captivated in images projected on a screen. I scream for freedom, windows too small, roof does not reach up high enough. I could break that space, touch your finger tips, and crawl for my sins. Your voice penetrates my ear to my brain and makes my heart beat ever faster. I just want to be your lover, and you, your friend. I try to remember all that I wanted to be. If I could stay in that space forever, could I? Just because I wouldn't be anywhere but there. I wouldn't matter. I could be enough for no one. That's enough, for me. I want his touch, not yours- present one. I want his love, not yours- present one. I could want him forever.
I want to drown my sorrows out of a pixel of thought, forefront in all other extremities. I could afford to be absent from me. It might be beneficial for us all. But I want to be better for you. Only you.
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