…Haunting Desires

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When I sit down sometimes,
I wonder how I got here.
The first time I held something so heavy,
It left an indelible mark—an escapade.
I never seem to finish what I start.

Now, thinking about it, I feel sorry for him.
I made him burn with desire, only to run from the fire.
I can't say he loves me, but he loved my body.
I can't say I loved him, but I cherished his form.
He was easygoing, no rush, no toxicity.
Even now, I miss him; we've lost contact, nothing remains.

If I see him again, I'll get his number.
For one thing, it's not something I can control.
Alone, I couldn’t help but remember—
Plastered on the tables, those nights and seasons,
A one-sided sultry smile, the scent of sweat in thighs intertwined,
A bulk in the back, a rush of adrenaline, a hunger I feel.
I know I'll live.