Falling For Boys Not Mine Is My Specialty
Your morals askew, your words short and sweet, your beliefs awry, you.
You are captivating, yet you and I differ in ways beyond beliefs.
We shouldn't be together, but I want you.
I want your arms to encircle my body at night, your lips to whisper my name, your breath to tickle the back of my neck as we say goodnight.
I desire your presence in my life at all times, but you are not mine; you never will be.
Why do I do this to myself?
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