you grabbed my cheeks and asked
"can i kiss you?"
and then smiled
i nodded, didn't really know
if it was a dream or not
you smelt like cheap cigarettes, pills and booze
i still remember your forest eyes
The way you stared at my lips, waiting
you were my first and only
The world didn't really understand
how someone like you, could love someone like me
your hands were warm
mines cold
your eyes were bright
mines gone
your voice, oozing with honey
mine, raspy and lost
but I was yours, laying on your chest
listening to every breath you'd take
mindlessly running my fingers through your hair
combing your curls between my hands
you stole my heart, but that's ok
i liked your soul from the very first day
but you're not here anymore
you're not here to tell me sweet lies, melting in your mouth
"everything will be fine"
take me back in august, when we were in love
when your eyes could still find mine,
and our hands weren't cold
when we were carefree and bold
and my heart was still made out of mold
it was love, i'm sure of it
there's no other way to describe it
i'm still yours, i'm still burning to touch your lips
to taste them, please
come back to me
you were my first and only
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Codependent, Vol I
Poetrycodependent - characterized by excessive emotional or psychological reliance on a partner, typically one who requires support on account of an illness or addiction codependent is a raw piece of work i wrote while being half dead, half alive. it's me...