Hello my Baron, that is not mine
Mr One Week, who
                                   fell
                                                  from
                                                                 the sky
You live on my moon
You are the first person to make me
Tell everything
Feel v  u  l  n  e  r  a  b  l  e
So soon
You taught me something beautiful
Our first and only date
You wanted to cuddle
To squeeze my breasts in your hands
You never said you loved me or I was beautiful
I knew they'd be lies
You said you had to clean your jizz rags before I went in your room
You said you spent a lot of time masterbating
Except instead of saying masterbating you did the hand gesture
You were so honest I would have kissed you
I don't regret cuddling you, laying my hands under the top of your pants
Kissing your hands
I never thought I'd feel this way for another human being
I thought this closeness took months, years
I know it's imagined closeness
But I can't help remembering your laughter when I tickled you
Or your face when you were squeezing my left breast
When I stared at you and you stared back
Your unreadable face
Were you happy, unsure, confused, angry
I will never know
But I was not afraid to look at you
My heart was pounding, I felt like a trapped kitten
But suddenly it all made sense
Trust, passion, why does it matter what
I have no illusions
Maybe I will find true love
But isn't it more important to live now
To let myself meet new people
To talk, to feel something
You gave me something and I will always remember you
You, the Baron of one of my moons,
The goddess of fatty sugary foods.
The man who looks like a boy
Who wants to be James Bond
And dances when he walks.
I want you and it doesn't matter that you want to just be friends.
I'm not ashamed anymore, when I want someone they will know.

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