When he kisses me- I forget.
I become numb to reality and lost in his touch.
Then he leaves me there wanting, and when he realizes that I want more. He pushes me aside and find another lover to harbor.
Then I break- clinging to the memories and the possibilities, and every single what if and could have beens.
I watch him dance away with another lover, as my heart drowns itself in sorrow.
Failing to move on from the kiss that made me forget that I deserve better.
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TEARDROPS
PoetryJust Words. Random words that cut you deep. This is my world- and I'm a broken piece of artwork.
