not enough of you.

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you whisper your regrets into my hair, pulling me into you.
i can feel your breath, hot and laced with tears, because you messed up, and you know it.
your body collapses on top of mine while your lips dance over mine, and your hands move roughly against my face. then my arms, my hands, my legs--through my clothes.
i want your lips on mine every second of every day.i want your hands pressing into my skin every night until the sun rises.
i want your body entangled and entwined with my body, always.
i can't resist you and i love every minute of it. every minute. every minute.


i am the dumbest girl in THE ENTIRE WORLD, because of you.
because you gave us away to other girls that weren't me, and i'm taking you back. still.
if you weren't so damn perfect.

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