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Why can’t we be friends?

Why can’t we be friends?

Was the level of intimacy so deep that you fell into the pit of me and fear climbing out would take too long to escape once more?

Can you still feel all of the painful sin worthy lies that you painted down my spine when we twined our bodies into one more than a million and one times?

Could it be the inescapable scent of my pussy on your top lip from moments of hip writhing Harvard worthy brain?

You are very educated in that sense aren’t you?

Why can’t we be friends?

Does it have anything to do with your homies lusting after me like you lust after those random chics whose ponytail holders and bras I found stuffed down my throat late nights so tight that I should have spoken up but I was dickmatized and couldn’t speak?

BTW….you need better hiding spots because where I put my shit but deep in the back is DUMB.

Why can’t we be friends?

Is it because after 4 Crown on the rocks you tell me you love me during deep pulsating strokes and passionate kisses but roll over in the morning and look at me like a stranger and dap me out in the afternoon ya boy?

Why can’t we be friends?

We can’t be friends because…..when he says my name…he… lets every letter fall like raindrops.

He kisses my lips like he’ll never see me again….he holds me tight like my favorite sweater on a cold winter’s day and he can make my body shake with just his breath in my ear and most of all….he means it and is sincere.

We can’t be friends because you’re no longer wanted here.