i am sitting during a movie
barely grasping anything that's happening
my lips are coated with soda and salt
i am remembering your electric kiss
and images of memories real and fake i let flood me for a moment
i wonder if i will ever share an electric kiss again
if you would allow me
or if there would ever be another person able to reproduce the feeling
i tell myself there was a time we audibly said "i love you"
the thought sort of unravels me
because now it seems
a time like that never existed
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𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
