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Sex object

Why am I dragging this on? Why are you dragging this on? How many times have we said “it’s over” to each other? Why am I still talking to you? Yes, I stay in love with you but I am fully aware that what you feel for me is probably obsession. How I wish I were wrong. Prove me wrong.

I need love. I want love. I want you to hold my hand and walk with me in the streets of Paris. I want to know you. I want you to know me. I want you to see me as I am and not as a sex object. I am more than just a piece of flesh for you to devour when you feel like.


Moving on

Here I am, recognizing the need to move on. Again. For the nth time. And voilà the same questions again :

What am I moving on from? Am I moving on from my love for him or from him? Am I moving on from how I used to be when I was loving him? Or from the feeling that I didn’t get the love and respect that I thought I had deserved?

Will I ever move on from his light? I see flashes of him kissing me right there on the corner of the train. How am I ever gonna take the subway without seeing flashes of him? Reviewing his kisses makes me forget that I have to move on. My mind is such a puddle of mud right now filled with broken glasses. What do I do when he tries to reconnect again just like the way he has done so many times before? Would I finally get tired of jumping in the puddle?