Faded

He’s in my head again.
The pain, the longing, it’s here again.
And he knows.
When will it end?
He’d all but consumed me then.
His scent,
His smile,
His sins…
They all stuck around like a second skin.
He’s in my dreams.
Always a little too far.
I’ll always want the taste of him.
Will I grow?
It’s forever a strange thing,
How much I yearn and crave just a bit more of him.
Does he know?
He’ll stay in my head and then…
Who knows?

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