All the
Time
I’ve never had all of
you.
But she does. She has
you.
All
the time.
Except for the when you
see me.
When you send me a
message or a text.
When you look at me in a
certain way.
When I lay next to you.
I can act like I have you
for that moment.
But it’s not real.
I’m not your reality.
I’m a fantasy.
Maybe even a goddess.
I’m a high.
A fixation.
A sin.
I’m an attraction.
An infatuation.
I might even live in your
imagination.
You
live in mine.
Because all I can do is
imagine a real life with you.
Just you and me.
All
the time.
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