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"We hardly touched each other... do you think I'm blind?"
How come I haven't touched you, if whenever it just crosses my mind, I think of him? How come I haven't touched you, if whenever I breath you, I remember the scent of alcohol, disgusting and delighting me all at once? How come I haven't touched you, if I searched for you thick-haired head, and found his bold one? How come I haven't touched you, if I feel unworthy of making love, and can't just... fuck you?
You're my drug, my addiction, my love. How come I haven't touched you, if that addiction cleared its space for one that will never abandon me?
How come I haven't touched you, if whenever it just crosses my mind, I think of him? How come I haven't touched you, if whenever I breath you, I remember the scent of alcohol, disgusting and delighting me all at once? How come I haven't touched you, if I searched for you thick-haired head, and found his bold one? How come I haven't touched you, if I feel unworthy of making love, and can't just... fuck you?
You're my drug, my addiction, my love. How come I haven't touched you, if that addiction cleared its space for one that will never abandon me?