Greedy for love, attention, an arm around my waist, a hand tightly around mine. When a greater love is waiting for me, arms, so outstretched the joints are pulling from the bone, and despite the burning muscles He'll never lower them. And I roll my eyes and bite the inside of my cheek. Blush, shake my head no. When a nod yes is a simple move but in such an opposing direction. I can lift my head and squint, but bringing the chin down and back up is a sacrifice I stubbornly won't make. A beauty is waiting to embrace me and I turn away and move swiftly toward darkness, because seeing nothing is so easy. I like to say I don't see well... but I see it. for damn well sure I do.
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