(203): I just saw the guy I have a crush on who hasn't talked to me in a week having lunch with a guy who once took off my shirt and then fingered me in his bed. Why.
she dreams about hands (like water, like time) moving,
start fast and finish slow. jazz. rock and roll.
she tries to copy those boys in her dreams,
in her fantasies,
sometimes it's better than the real thing.
she hears his voice through a muddle,
drunken laughter, spinning floors,
and it's a promise, she was right.
all this time later, she was right.
but the question now is if she's ready
to stop being wrong.
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