The idea of you

I know it’s a cliché. But I have actually thought of you and a million ways t tell you EVERYTHING.

If I could only move forward to the next level.

Send you flowers

With my name on them

If only I could speak

the words

I imagine telling you

& you giving the time

the patience to listen

My fantasies

do involve sex

But before that

I want a girl thingy


to listen

to my


not having you now.

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