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In a text message,
you can say anything.
For example:
“no im not drnk i juts rlly missss u ;(”
“wanna see a picture of my dick jk”
“but seriously….. do you wanna see a picture of my dick\"
\"I think we should see other people.\"
This girl gives me her phone number,
I never call her we just send texts.
I'm forgeting the sound of her voice
the taste and pressing calm of her lips.
I wanna live her when she LOLs...every time
But this is how we have learnt to love
Texting each other pictures of our bodies, when we share a bed.
We only know how to touch ourselves under the sheets
I ask her \"What color are my eyes?\"
She asks me \"What kind of perfume she wears? How many freckles on the bridge of her nose? Her favorite bra?\"
The first time she tells me, she loves me
I'll read it of of my phone...it make sense
You see, when firearms were first made widely avalible during war time. Many solgers still prefered to use the bow and arrow and is thought, that if the shooter could see the eyes of the man he was killing, he never would've fired.
This is how you have learnt to love, separating into couch cushions, shooting wildely, as if we don't know,who we are wounding.
This is how we have learnt to fuck
voiceless
bodyless
We write things to each other, awful things without
apology.
Our phones will remember this words:
\"better\"
\"cheated\"
\"selfish\"
\"stupid\"
\"wine\"
\"kiss\"
\"I\"
\"him\"
\"me\"
\"you\"
\"I think we sould see other people.\"
I saw her last week..no..I saw her
She looked like she always did like ah...
... like someone who was never really mine.
The scent of her perfume, the freckles on her nose, her favorite bra picking out of her bright shirt, the arrows we have shot throught our bodies each wound soaked to the skin with blood
This...this is how we have learnt to love

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