I zip up my hoodie,
ruffle my hair,
get some Vietnamese food for breakfast.
Sit down at home and munch away -
reading a fantasy you lent me
an entire lifetime ago.
Hours come to pass,
as does to the day.
Only my lips truly show that beneath the
uncharacteristically melancholic euphoria
that my body has been experiencing,
there lies an intricately undeniable
thirst.
"I like you the best...."
P.S. I love you.
XO
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