Filthy with it.

No matter what
I do, i still love you
and it won’t fuck off.

Filthy with
regret and the way
we had sex for
ten months after goodbye.
But you just can’t stand
to see me cry. I’ve put
an end, to the lie
that was maybe.

Dancing under
UV lights and singing
about loving you,
Baby.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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