He Isn't You
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twistedthoughts of mine
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He Isn't You

by twisted

his hand in mine gives me flashbacks

to the late nights in the front seat of your car, hands winded together next to the stick shift

it flashes me back to the city

and you reaching for my hand, telling me I should be a model

it flashes me back to the sex we had

my hands in yours pinned above my head

sometimes I think I'm over you

I know you're in the past and you're never coming back

as you said

but sometimes

I think about holding your hand

or the way you'd hug me when you meant it

or the way you'd wrap your arm around my waist when you were feeling protective

and I begin to miss the "I love you"s

I miss

everything

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