yearning
the feeling deep in your ribs chest opening heart clenching wave of heat its getting hard to breathe in the best way when i see you and know you're not for me... yet you are the epitome of whats called "my type" when in reality we are trauma bonded heart bonded heat bonded soul but not mates just two souls who happen to be kind to eachother enough to believe in wanting someone again so much it hurts
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