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we are so dangerously undefined --
it scares me.
yesterday he told me that all his friends are gone this year and i thought
oh no
it's happening again.
i am loved because i fill a temporary need.
i am a temporary fill.
but i love being with this boy, having
the most savoury
conversations in coffee shops
at one a.m. on the night
when we both know we will see each other again
early the next morning.
i love being listened to
and understood
without words.
without judgement.
i love to witness his soul disrobing
right before my eyes.
so maybe we are all here to fill each other's temporary needs.
maybe we are all temporary fills
in a temporary world.
so what?
what am i scared of?
it scares me.
yesterday he told me that all his friends are gone this year and i thought
oh no
it's happening again.
i am loved because i fill a temporary need.
i am a temporary fill.
but i love being with this boy, having
the most savoury
conversations in coffee shops
at one a.m. on the night
when we both know we will see each other again
early the next morning.
i love being listened to
and understood
without words.
without judgement.
i love to witness his soul disrobing
right before my eyes.
so maybe we are all here to fill each other's temporary needs.
maybe we are all temporary fills
in a temporary world.
so what?
what am i scared of?