Your breath on my neck, your arm around my waist, I wish you'd remove it because I'm ashamed of the outline of my body, and you whisper in my ear that I am, in fact, good enough, but I know you don't mean it, you're not even really there.
I'm in love with you and you're not even really there. You don't even want to be.
I throw my emotions in an other direction. 
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