Let's just hold hands.
No words, just hand holding.
Your words are distracting and your thoughts, suffocating.
I love pieces of you.
Holding your hand and just laying here is one of them,
God and your jokes are not.
I cherish these pieces.
They are not beautiful nor amazing
They're just wholesome.
I love them but not you.
I love the idea of loving you,
But it's just an idea...
That's all.
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