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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Emotional · #2003384
A girl and boy who mean nothing to each other are the best people to pass the time.
I know that what I’m doing isn't smart.
But it’s not forever. It’s for right now. It passes the time.
I don’t want to be alone anymore.
I can’t even express how bad it feels to be alone.
I want to be held. I want to be near someone. I want someone to want me.
I know that what I’m doing isn't smart.
I don’t care about him and he doesn't care about me, but it passes the time.
For those few hours that I’m with him, I’m not alone.
He holds me. He touches me. He wants me.
In those few hours.
My friends tell me again and again how stupid I’m being.
Again and again, they tell me that he’ll never really like me.
That he’ll never really treat me well.
I know this. I understand this.
But what they don’t understand is that it isn't about those things.
It isn't about whether or not we’ll fall for each other and live happily ever after.
It’s about how for those few hours, someone wants me.
I don’t care about him and he doesn't care about me, but it passes the time.
And it beats being alone all by myself.
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