Don’t call me that.
It’s the meaningless chatter between you and I.
I’m watching the clock, and seeing how the little hand bounces and makes that little click. I am avoiding your eyes, patiently gathering my thoughts but never saying anything aloud.
The hi’s and hello’s, the something to keep us together, relevant; still friends
Don’t call me ‘beaut’, or ‘lover’, or give me that face that says you are important to me.
I’m not.
I’m not important to you.
I’m just a face to you.
A body.
An object that you toy with.
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