Sometimes, I just feel like someone's burning cigarette. As in, I am nothing but a memory to them. Once the cigarette burns out to the bud, and it's done... gone.
Or I'm merely a secret that is meant to be kept in a can... how pathetic.
I don't like to be anyone's secret. Although sometimes when you need to get naughty, yes, being a sensual secret is fun. But when it should be time to reveal, let me out on the surface then.
It's tiresome to be someone else's secret. It's tiresome do everything secretly, to share everything secretly, and to speak secretly. This feeling is worst than being a thief. It's worst than sneaking back into the house in the middle of the night. It's just worst than being someone's mistress.
Am I still mean something to you? Or will I forever be you burning cigarette?
. Another taste of lust .
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...Another broken heart...
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