Coldplay proves I'm important. Coldplay is green and sparkling blue when he turns it on and slips back into bed. We are naked like children, not lovers.
There are no cliched candles flitting on his windowsill, no perfume and papery love notes. I am beyond that, I need no feminine frivolties to play on my eyes and the space between my nose and throat.
I tried to seduce and ended up crashing my girl limbs into something precarious, made a loud noise and grabbed at my mouth and crouched down to the ground, not breathing. I was so sorry, so sorry, so stupid. I was bleeding for him to like me.

It's cold in the wet basement, the only thing I have for warmth is the small thatch of chest hair, dark black and soft. His blue and white duvet is swirled around me, I'm compensating for his lack of body.

Missed anything?
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