saying your name

I think of you when I masturbate,

Even though our skinny love ended in 2020 and

You’re not mine anymore.

I think of you when I’m feeling down because you were my island, my floater.

You influence me even when you’re not near me. Your positivity infects me.

You make me crave for something I’ve been abstaining from for years.

You remind me of my femininity that I try to ignore.

You liked me for the way I was, and it included every conundrum and paradox in my body.

Baby, if we were real, I’d back away from you and hope you exclusively stay in my dreams

Where there is still hope and the harsh reality of the world couldn’t catch us.

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