I sniff my fingers and lick them slowly wishing they were you.
Nothing’s the same.
I changed my hair from brown to blue hoping to revive the you in me, I was fooled.
How foolish I am pretending I could reinvent the experience created the night our lips locked like deer antlers; the wilderness never belonged to me and neither do you.
Might as well handle this hard on cause you ain’t coming through.
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