do you remember the taste of my lips,
when we would stop loving each other?
it was toxic,
and compelling.
do you remember when we used to sin,
and you used to leave me
and physically drown in my sorrows.
do you remember when we were flawed,
and you asked me to do you a favour-
you kissed my tear stained face,
and you asked me to breathe.
do you remember the feeling of nostalgia
we felt
everytime we left each other,
and we tried to poison our lungs,
with other people's sadness.
do you remember how it felt to be in love,
and to be loved?
every time you promised to come back; h.k
