I'm driving myself crazy trying not to message him.
Crave
It's a quarter past two
and I'm craving you
It sounds insane
But I've begun to depend
On those pings and pangs
Those online bangs
You started off as a curiosity
I delighted in the reciprocity
Now I crave you
Like I'd crave chocolate on a hard day
I crave you.
Poetry by Purple Puddles
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Written on 2017-10-19 at 20:36
Tags Cravings  Lust  Relationships 
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