Every time we kiss
Every time we touch
When are bodies are close together
Or I feel your breath on my skin
It's wrong.
There's no spark
There's no heat
There's no love
I don't blush when I look into your eyes
When I see I get I text from you, I don't get butterflies
I want to want you
But I don't
I stroke your neck and you caress my waist
And I make no point in remaining chaste
But there's no feeling behind it
And I don't know if there should be
It doesn't feel wrong
But it doesn't feel complete
I think of you fondly
And often even
You've become such a good friend
I wonder if you think of me
But I hope you don't
And fear you ever will
I say that I don't believe in love
And I'm not sure that I do
But it's something I'm starting to feel deprived of
Our arrangement keeps me free
But this just isn't working for me
Nothing seems to keep me happy
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