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  • dearabi

No Body to Love.

Hi, let’s dance.

We can pretend like we came together and I didn’t just see you wistfully staring into the distance then abruptly looking busy on your phone.

I’ve seen that look before.

You’re tired and empty, but hopeful.

A blessing and a curse.

Here, have a glass of champagne. You can hold onto it while I twirl you around.

With my hands around your waist and yours wrapped around my neck.

You smell like sunshine after the rain.

I bet you taste like pleasure and pain.

I can’t believe that you can’t believe I’m dancing with you.

There’s a sadness in your eyes, like no gifts under the tree on Christmas morning.

You’re thinking about him.

I put my hand under your chin and look into your eyes.

Don’t think about him.

He’s not here tonight, he didn’t text you earlier, and to be honest - he’s not even thinking about you.

I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.

You’re too beautiful to cry. You’re probably even more pretty when you do.

Tell me something, but not just anything.

What do you do? No, what do you really do?

As in what sets your soul on fire?

What dreams keep you up at night?

Ah, I know what’s wrong.

You weren’t meant to be loved by an ordinary human being.


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