I never said I love him,
But I can tell you how liked his food not to touch
Much like everything else in his life
Perfect sheets and a chaotic kitchen island
The same shows on repeat
Accommodating but never welcoming
I never said I love him
But I can tell you where he liked to be touched
And everywhere he didn't
Orgasmic connection
Tingling brain and bits
And an absent heart
I never said I love him
But those were three years that felt like a lifetime
And I wanted to keep it as it was
~ Cynicallovebird
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