
Why is it that I let myself fall recklessly into the arms that dropped me? I missed the way you'd hold me to assure me I'd be okay but that's not crazy. I missed the way you'd kept my hair out of my face and grabbed my face as you kissed me. Your facial hair is always growing back and though it burns I missed the way it felt when you rubbed your face against mine. Your head lying on my chest I feel like you can hear my heart beating a thousand times a second. Yet I pull you closer, so close. Feeling your hands on my body brings me the ultimate relief. I missed you but I can't trust a wild horse.
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