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i guess maybe its the way in which you say it. a quick hurried 'i love you', words jumbled together so that i have to ask you to repeat yourself. or a slow unconvincing 'i love you'..thick and bitter, swirling around in your mouth like a bad cough syrup.
i guess maybe its the way i don't believe you. not half the time anyway. there are arguments taking place in my head. yes. no. never. during times i should be sleeping, with the empty weight of your side of the bed pressing into my skin.
i guess maybe it's really just the way it's so easy for me to leave, unscathed. boys with longer limbs then yours,[its hard to imagine isnt it?] tell me its ok. tell me i'll be ok.
but what if i won't?
i guess maybe its the way i don't believe you. not half the time anyway. there are arguments taking place in my head. yes. no. never. during times i should be sleeping, with the empty weight of your side of the bed pressing into my skin.
i guess maybe it's really just the way it's so easy for me to leave, unscathed. boys with longer limbs then yours,[its hard to imagine isnt it?] tell me its ok. tell me i'll be ok.
but what if i won't?