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Perhaps, I listen to a song.
One of the many. Like waves in the ocean.
Perhaps, this particular song made me think of you.
I'm used to being used.
I guess that's what being pretty entails..
Guys just want me.
I've never understood that.
Wanting someone.
Like we're all possessions. Waiting to be held.

And perhaps on this day, the song makes me think of you.
What we had.
Even if it was a lie. People lie all the time. So why should this one be any different.

Honestly, I hated the sex. But I did it for you, because it was you asking.
And it was fun. I'll admit, for a few moments. I did enjoy it. When it was with you.

We break our words with broken hearts.
Crying in silence.

Maybe I was desperate. Caught on the idea that we could be something. Something good. Your pretty words repeat inside my head.
They all say them. It's normal to say it.
I love you.
You'll say it. Over and over it will ring on.
And I knew.
I knew you'd say that.
Say that I was beautiful. Great curves as I remember it.

All the feelings come back to me. And I remember. It was passionate. Lust filled the room. Dripping off the walls like wax.
For that one moment, you had me.
Heavy breathing, I could feel the world come to a stop.

You said it was nothing. A one-time thing. I knew that. How could it be otherwise.
We're made to live in the moment. Those pretty words were expected. I'd accepted it. I'd accepted that you were a one time.

One time to say I love you.
One time to hold my hand.
One time to feel my heart race inside my chest.

Maybe I did want more. Another, please?
Like I'm an innocent child. We're all innocent once.

I wanted you to say it one more time.
So I could remember what it felt like.
Your words. Your lips.
The promises you made.

Just one more time..

~End~

Description
Perhaps, I listen to a song.
One of the many. Like waves in the ocean.
Perhaps, this particular song made me think of you.
I'm used to being used.
I guess that's what being pretty entails..
Guys just want me.
I've never understood that.
Wanting someone.
Like we're all possessions. Waiting to be held.

And perhaps on this day, the song makes me think of you.
What we had.
Even if it was a lie. People lie all the time. So why should this one be any different.

Honestly, I hated the sex. But I did it for you, because it was you asking.
And it was fun. I'll admit, for a few moments. I did enjoy it. When it was with you.

We break our words with broken hearts.
Crying in silence.

Maybe I was desperate. Caught on the idea that we could be something. Something good. Your pretty words repeat inside my head.
They all say them. It's normal to say it.
I love you.
You'll say it. Over and over it will ring on.
And I knew.
I knew you'd say that.
Say that I was beautiful. Great curves as I remember it.

All the feelings come back to me. And I remember. It was passionate. Lust filled the room. Dripping off the walls like wax.
For that one moment, you had me.
Heavy breathing, I could feel the world come to a stop.

You said it was nothing. A one-time thing. I knew that. How could it be otherwise.
We're made to live in the moment. Those pretty words were expected. I'd accepted it. I'd accepted that you were a one time.

One time to say I love you.
One time to hold my hand.
One time to feel my heart race inside my chest.

Maybe I did want more. Another, please?
Like I'm an innocent child. We're all innocent once.

I wanted you to say it one more time.
So I could remember what it felt like.
Your words. Your lips.
The promises you made.

Just one more time..

~End~