yearning (a note)

I’ve felt so many different types of yearnings for you 

 

When you dragged your fingers across my legs in her basement, fuck

I wanted you so badly 

 

Forever needing the truth from you, begging with blood in my eyes 

 

When you begged me in the forest to only be yours because you needed me more than the air in your lungs 

 

Now I just yearn for anything 

 

From you 

 

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