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sometimes i sit alone in my room and pretend you've got your arm around me like we're together or we're in love. i'll talk to you like you're only one in room, like i can feel your voice dragging itself into my ears, tugging at my cartilage, pulling into my head, getting stuck inside my mind. my back is pressed against your stomach, like we're connected, and the rise and fall of your chest matches mine. feet tucked one under the other, fingers gentling petting one another. you whisper, "i love you". the words drip out of your mouth and sink into my causing my heart to flutter with automatic rapidity. our conversation consists of what we really like about each other, and some of the things you say make me go all rubbery as i melt right into your arms. the moonlight from outside my window is casting a strip of light right across your eyes, how wonderful. i am complete here; complete.



but when reality sets in, all i'm really doing it talking to myself.