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NC-17 WHY DO I MISS YOU, AND WANT TO KISS YOU, OR PLAN WHAT I'M GOING TO SAY TO YOU,OR THINK OF ALL THE RISQUES THINGS I WANT TO DO TO YOU,OR WHY CAN'T I SEE THROUGH YOU,OR STILL TRY TO PURSUE YOU,OR US?
WHY DID I BUST YOU AGAIN? WHY DO I DISCUSS YOU AGAIN, WITH FRIENDS,ONLY TO HEAR WHAT THEY THINK OF YOU,HONESTLY, THEY WANT ME TO SAY FUCK YOU.....WHICH LEADS ME BACK TO ACTUALLY FUCKING YOU, ISN'T THAT WHAT GOT ME AND YOU INTO THIS ANYWAY? DAMN.
The poem is interesting (like similar ones you have written about this guy). I have been there. Hated someone for what they did to me, yet miss them somehow. Perhaps the good times linger, yet now have no meaning. The poem is funny toward the end. The 'F' part. Had me smiling. You sound like passionate woman that some guys don't appreciate.
Do you ever wonder if he reads them?