taptaptap
sigh
you glance at me, but I pretend I
don't notice
flip my hair
knot my limbs
I can hear your breathing
and it pisses me off
"don't touch me"
"I'm sorry"
"then say it like you mean it"
sigh- you shift, I tense
there is electricity between us
I want to move away
but that would
relieve the pressure of my
fury.
and you are not forgiven.
no, boy- you have stocked the
furnace of the devil
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