Thursday, March 05, 2009
I don't want to be in love. I just want to be touched.
How do I say this? See, I don't want to forget you. I never have. I just don't think about you, and this would have been record breaking if not for this excusable weak moment.
God I miss you. I miss your smell and your smooth skin, especially on mine. I miss the tangles in your hair and that semi infectious laughter that makes me smile unconsciously. I miss your hands and the way they pull me in. and the funny noises you make.
Most of all, I miss your lips and the bruises they give me.
No, I don't want you. I just want to use you.
So call me.