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feeling either
    Creative sex is the best and we engraved our signatures into each other
    We wanted to make sure people knew we were here
    Making love to the wee hours of the morning
    I woke up feeling weird
    See darkness swallows up the truth
    Only for the morning to have its sickness and regurgitate the truth back to us…
    I looked in your eyes and I didn’t see my fairytale only a blurry vision of question marks
    Crashing me back down to reality
    We are just friends how did we get past that stage
    I guess we drowned our pain and emptiness into drunkenness again
    And fuck ed our way back to being sober
    This soul tie we have created gets so twisted up in knots from our complications
    We are improbable
    I want you
    You want me
    But for some reason we feel like we aren’t worthy of each other
    I ask you to trust that I’d always be there
    But lately when we hold our hands out our fingertips forget to slip into each other
    We use to have trust
    Now it’s like I fear you
    I gave you something so precious
    Yet I still feel empty because when you wrap your arms around me I know
    You aren’t fully mine
    We are just friends
    I put myself into a position so I can feel like I’m wanted
    Feeling so high in the middle of the night
    I reminisce on that feeling every minute yearning for it to happen again
    Only to realize we got so high in the middle of the night
    We forgot to use protection to protect us from sexually touching desires
    That society calls STDs
    Or that responsibility of being a parent
    Because pleasure and responsibility never seem to come on time with each other
    They always miss each other’s presence in the heat of the moment
    So now we lay here wondering of
    Our bitter sweet what ifs
     
    “Thank you,” I said with a small grin upon my face and wiped my tears. I stepped off the stage and headed back over to my table where Ava and Pierre were sitting and sat down to enjoy the rest of the show with them.

“Wow Jai , I know that you write poetry but I’ve never heard you perform it like that with so much emotion in it,” Pierre said.
    “Yeah , you were good,” Ava replied.
    “Thank you,” I said in return, feeling a huge lump in my throat. The host called up Ava to perform her poem next.
    “Alright Pierre, this one is for you,” Ava said then headed up to the stage after the crowd calmed down with the clapping she began performing her poem “Daddy’s Little Girl.” I was happy the lights were very dim in the room so no one would notice me. As the lump in my throat was calming down, my tears were streaming down my face. Ava and Pierre were amazed by my performance but little did they know that poem had truth behind it. Who would’ve thought I would ever be in this position kicking myself and feeling stupid. I was trying to move on from what Quincy and I had but instead I did the opposite. Ever since the last time we met up, all I could think about was how good it felt to have him deep inside of me but now that the moment was over all I wanted was for it to happen again and again and since I knew that wouldn’t happen I just wanted these memories to fade far away…
     
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                                              Author’s P.O.V.
     
    Life has a way of making funny surprises. Quincy thought to himself. It had been a month since the last time he heard from Jaidyn and couple of days since the last time he called her phone only to hear her voicemail instead of her voice. For some reason, he was starting to be okay with that . “Quincy just stop, stop trying to run back to me when things get hard for you and Zariah. Start facing your problems like a man.” He thought to himself about the last time he talked to Jaidyn and she told him that. Even though what went on that night between them didn’t make things better he