Deja Vu

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Your name stumbles past my lips, like a stain I can't remove, engraved on my brain and I cannot erase the taste of you on my tongue, bittersweet in it's flavor leaving me breathless and entangled in the idea of what you could be, but you are just a man. You are just a man yet I am brought to my knees by the weight of your world, heavy is the burden you carry upon your shoulders, I am begging you please to just set it down, you don't have to win every fight, it's okay to step back, to take control and live your life but you are too stubborn to see the gravity that pulls you down, and I wonder if we were doomed from the start? Always the wrong place, wrong time, over before it could even begin, yet inside I swear I knew you a thousand times, ever fiber in my being is drawn like a magnet, pulled to you like pieces of a puzzle, yet I never got to see the picture on the box, so how do I know what it's supposed to look like when we're done? My blood sings for your touch, burning in my veins and twisting knots in every nerve as they scream at me to open my mouth and just say please, don't leave me here alone again... Have we done this before? You feel like a familiar ache, like muscle memory laced in Deja Vu, I look at you and swear I'd felt you before, here in your arms i could settle in my bones, comfortable and terrifying in it's certainty, that I was made to stay right here. Was I? Was I made to fit to you like clay, molded and sculpted in your hands? Fingers dancing on my skin playing melodies with each breath that catches in my throat, leaving me in a haze like a drug, I was addicted to you before I even took a hit, intoxicated by your very being, how do you bring me so high and so low? You cannot fathom the turmoil that riots inside, one wrong look and I am weak in my knees, do you understand what you do to me? There is a danger in the way you could own me like no one else, like I was made to fit to you, and I cannot let you see the key that you hold to my kingdom, Hold on just a little longer and let me savor what I can before it's to late to save, leaving me hollow and torn asunder in the aftermath of you...

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