We met in the lobby. We both entered the elevator and instantly began to feed each other with words. Yours tasted so sweet. Ive heard mine are bitter. I enjoyed you so much. When the elevator stopped, you asked me to come into your door. Of course, I would love to. This shouldnt end. After months in your home, I am aware of one vital fact... I live in the penthouse. What the fuck am I doing on the 3rd floor???
Sometimes... when I am moving into a new season, I must leave behind those I "love."
About Me
- J. Reed
- me–(adjective) of or involving an obsessive interest in one's own satisfaction
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