It's been a month since you last saw each other. You've been grinning your stupid grin since you got off the bus and began walking home, because you knew. You knew that you were going to see him, finally after a million text messages making plans, then canceling, making plans and canceling, getting angry then saying sorry and making plans again. But he's coming over in 20 minutes, flashback half an hour you were dashing around your room cleaning it up, shoving the clothes in a basket, hiding your stuffed toys, making your bed (even though you knew it was going to be laid in very soon), shaving your legs and reapplying your mascara. "Out le front", and your nervous still- almost shaking. But he's relaxed, that's why you liked him. 15 minutes later your rolling around in your bed with him, but you still can feel this empty hole inside you. You thought he could fill it, even just for a little while, but its like the piece doesn't fit and you don't get it. Your coffee cup told you this a month ago, and a month ago before that. There's a hole in you baby. And it makes you search and search to fill it. Every since you could remember, you wanted it all. You get it all. And its not enough. This blackhole just keeps eating up whatever you throw at it. But he messages you goodnight and you smile.
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