Almost as if I created you.
Like I gave you air to breathe.
You’re just about my everything, though.
I’d be nothing if you leave.
Nothing we share in common.
Nothing apart from flesh.
Not even a sturdy conversation.
All we are is sex.
So I pretend I love you.
Just so I can get by.
And I pretend I’m not being used.
So it doesn’t hurt when I cry.
Then I see myself wishing.
Knowing the day will come.
When all I was…was flesh.
No heart, but it’s her you love.
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