i need you to need me. how nauseating, to need another
human being, as if their heart is in your throat.
love isn't about need. don't romanticize the notion of
desperation. let me let you in on a little secret:
you don't need me and i don't need you. we can get
through life just fine without each other.
love is not wanting to. we want each other, we want
skin and hands and all our daily scars.
we want intoxication and art museums and intertwined
limbs. we want ferocity in our lips and tracing
slow, small circles in our stomachs. i don't need you
in my life, but damn i want you in it.
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