I wish that I was a waif of a human, skin hanging from my bones like a silk shirt on a wire hanger.
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My love for you is now defined by the lack of your presence.
While they love for the first time, we have forgotten how to.
Infidelity is not a relationship gone awry, but a long-overdue human desire.
Promise me that your heart will stay bold and your mind will stay sharp.
How do I describe the taste of teardrops after aimlessly chasing an I love you too?