Wished we had danced


I liked us touching. Holding. N cuddling.
Felt good. Helped another night be better. Better than loneliness.
Wish we had danced too. I know we both wanted to.

Wish I could do it all again.
Friends can be friends… with [some comfort] benefits. Can’t they?
Keeping the emotional shit aside.
We can comfort each other while we wait for better prospects to come.
That sounds awful. I know. But it don’t gotta be.
I know you can forget n move on. Can’t you?

Or maybe friends without the extras.
Whatever. Just don’t stop talking to me.
I like u as a person, friend and wing man.

Don’t be gloomy.

I know things can be overtly difficult, but they don’t gotta be.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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