Stomach to Stomach

 
You know
It isn't fair

When the timing is off
You meet your soul face to face

And they become exactly what you feared

Try as you will
But no one is the same
No one is attractive
  They just want sex
They don't want to learn your body
They dont need to know where it hurts
They dont know what makes it worth it

But sadly it is not you that I miss
It is the feeling you gave me

The skin to skin contact
The kissing and clawing
As if
They would vanish before my palms

You cannot buy that
Because sure
I'm a pretty face
-but to them I am a waste of time
The key was to not get to close
They make me sick

You. Make me sick

Anymore
I hate you
But what the fuck do I even do
If you are all I know

Hope my phone shatters-