I wait a couple of days to talk to you. It makes feel a little less pathetic for loving and needing more from you than I'll ever get. You have someone already but I think a small part of me wants you to have me before I go. I guess I want to be remembered by you so that I know someone that made their mark knew and remembered me. I feel like I'm drinking liquor, there's this burn in my throat and burn in my lungs and heart when I think of how you probably won't care.
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The Space Between The Sand And The Sea By Nailinthewall
PoetrySelected, original poetry and songs that remind me of the beach!
