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Your lips are the sweetest poetry I’d ever dare taste.. even Juliet would whimper for the scent of your petals, a brush of your skin tempting the horizon to shiver and beg for endless night

I may have lied When they approached me Asked me if I wanted to perform my usual brand of heartbreak I mean, poetry I said, sure Like it hadn’t occurred This drought of words A taste so obscured on my parched tongue Everything resembles dust to me currently A hint of salt in the corners of my cheeks Streamed with cliche similes About how we were supposed to be like soulmates or something Twins baby You’ve been consuming me since utero Reflection of yet another reason I have to go Irish exit before the next gaslit convo I lied when I said I understood your boundaries meant slowly dissipating into dimly lit shadows of what we used to call loving each other Did you know you were lying when you claimed this would be our last forever? Honestly, I miss who we used to be There is a part of me who thinks we’ll never stop existing in the forgotten corridors of things we gave up on I think I lied when I said I’m done With you and your crumbs Truth is, those crumbs have been the best poetry I hav...

Why haven’t I blocked you? Why do I still talk to you When you chose to walk away Even when I begged you not to  I’ve cut other cords before no problem Was halfway out the door myself Wouldn’t have even stopped them …with you it’s different Not just a problem, a sickness A condition, I can’t help it No matter how much madness inflicts, I just can’t quit Heartache addict.. I prefer the white noise static between us over silence It kills me slowly Seeing your number across the screen I deleted your name at least Just to imbed your number in my memory Like carvings in my heart I’d have to cut this whole tree down just to tear your initials out