I remember the first kiss.
It was a nervous butterfly with bubble gum pink around the edges. Peaceful too, like lilac skies and the smell of earth after rain.
You kissed with honey and roses.
I remember the last kiss.
It was plagued with memories from the past and how you didn't love me anymore. Your lips tasted like lies instead of peace.
You kissed with a mouthful of venom and sugar.
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PoetryI'm poisoning myself But the monsters like it So I let them have it I'm poisoning myself But the doctors don't know So I let the poison stay I'm poisoning myself But the mirrors don't tell So I let them see I'm poisoning myself But the eyes...
