untitled feelings

reading through our old messages

feeling the highs and the lows

pretending that I’m talking to you again

 

our witty banter

and sly remarks

our innuendos

 

I told myself that I was over you

I lied

I cried

 

I want to see you again

touch you

touch me

 

no need to drink

you’re intoxicating

one sip is never enough

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