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Thirsty
I don't much like thinking about love.
It seemed to me like
some kind of wild,
unnecessary emotion.
Maybe because my parents never had it.
Touches and greets but it's all fake
like smoke.
Maybe because all my friends shun it.
Kisses and secrets, ew,
who needs that?
We're all kids!
No, we aren't. Maybe
because I have never experienced it.
A mother's peck, a father's pat, a brother's hug....
Not that.
What I need,
the kind that makes your stomach coil,
your heart stop;
makes your eyes squeeze shut as you feel their presence
hot as the sunlight
burning
on your lips;
that's what I need.
Let me be real.
It's hard to dream, to yearn
in a world where people don't value it.
Tinder? My friend is swiping—
I don't understand hookup culture.
I guess I am just thirsty
for something real, something harsh
that would snatch me up and swallow me whole
before spitting me out
and cuddling me afterwards.
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first one with an official title!
aah this was wild, i didn't really know what i was thinking :p but i don't exactly hate it.
also it was a complete coincidence that this is the sisxty-ninth chapter :)
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