Only this time

Below. Below. Below. Instead of saying "there," I'll be silent. Bodies speak. Of so many flats, right at the door. All our dreams died in bed. Ah, yes, we are no longer one. So I lie to have you, every time you wish. Something that is no longer love, but I had to agree to it. Nonsense.We always always choose anything instead of nothing. And you better be there than a stranger. Although you are the most famous stranger. To this body, which goes where your touch should be. What is this we do? I think, because I can't speak. I know I can't like the answer. Because this is all that remains of you. Sixteen minutes of nothing, of which I lose my head all week. Maybe a couple of days, if I'm lucky. Is there room for me to think about happiness? You're so close to see you in your eyes. I ask the stranger in the reflection if he would smile. It seems as if the concept of happiness is unknown ...We're done. When it's over, hundreds of mine, or yours, don't bring back happiness. Not even a false smile. So you should go down first. Because if you get yours, I won't. So you pick up and leave. No more touching, after so much meat-kicking. Not even a swipe across the body. After the explosion, there is nothing left. Just the thought that I didn't need this. Again. Again. And again. In those sixteen minutes, I don't think about everything I've said. In those sixteen minutes, my thoughts were off. I just know I want more. Fifteen is a little, seventeen is too much. We do not do otherwise.That's why I want you at the door. Make it easier to pick up and leave. I can't stand the sound of clothes lifting. If anyone ever heard that it could even sound ... and slow closing the door, because you think I fell asleep. Because you can't hear me slowly dying. Because I have to have you. Only this time, for who knows what time ...

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