I don't need you.
I want you.
I want your hands to remind me of what they used to do to me.
I want your mouth to tell mine everything you can't say out loud.
I want your eyes to read me like a book you can't put down.
I don't need you.
I want to watch your body change the minute you see me, like it remembers what it felt like when I would curl into it at night while my hand whispered secrets into yours.
I don't need you, but I want you to show me how much you want me.
I don't need you, but I want to fit like the missing puzzle piece of your heart.
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