Non-Erotic PoetryWithdrawalI try so hard to discard you
toss you through that hoop
score my three points and run
thereby setting myself free.
Wants don't always mesh
with needs or addictions,
watching you sit there
waiting for me to take you back.
Smelling you in the air
hearing him breathe you in
a glimpse of his lips caressing you
desiring that inspiration for my own.
Sitting on my hands
fighting not to bite my nails
going for my lip instead -
fuck, I want a cigarette.
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