I don’t know what it is about you

why I think about you 
wait to talk to you
so eager to taste you 
so eager to try you out

Maybe it’s not you 
maybe it’s me
I’m never quite satisfied
always hungry for more 
always hungry for it

that feeling

the enough
the fill you up 
seal the cracks
give you purpose
give me hope

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