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This is what I rememberThis is what I remember:
First, nervous fumbling in the front seat of a car in the parking lot in the dark.
Then, the steady rise and fall of our breath and his lips and his hands and what I wanted them to do.
And surreptitious touching when we were supposed to behave but needed to feel the other's skin.
That's all I want to remember. It is too painful to think about everything else. The things I believed were real. The words exchanged, the laughter, the little nods of encouragement and he said "love" once? No, not that.
Because the only thing about it that was real was his skin and his lips and his hands and the want I felt when I looked at him. That was true. I do not want to remember anything else.
This jacketThis jacket
smells like smoke.
feels so fake.
important to me.
But you are
not what I always wanted.
because I am afraid to leave.
Thats not fair to you.
And in this moment,
in my smoke-filled jacket,
in the pouring rain,
in your arms,
I feel like a liar.
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