Roundabout

I do not need people who do not need me.

Breathing these words into the universe

Was a futile ritual.

For all her hip switchin confidence, power adjacent poise, awkwardly infectious laughter

Couldn’t hide: self love forgot where she lived, moulded itself into a cocky sweetness and nestled inside his chest.

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