On My Tongue.

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•Trigger warning•

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I kissed you softly, as the smoke I just filled my lungs with sped out of my mouth. You chuckled gently, as well did I, but I mainly focused on the taste of your mouth. Even after I pulled away, I taste you on my tounge.

Each puff of nicotine that floods through my body doesn't stop you from lingering around my mouth. I feel you through my veins, in my blood. No matter how much nicotine is in me, no matter how many bottles we drink together, all I taste is you. Your kiss.

You.

I hold you when you cry, and kiss your red cheeks as you sob. You look angelic; even in pain. I could hold you forever. I could stare at you till I'm blind.

You ask me why I stare so much, but it's only cause I'm thinking about you in many ways.
Like you under me, blushing deep.
You curled into me, playing with my shirt.
So many ways.

I say I'm just thinking, and when you ask what I kiss you.
Because of your taste. You.
It makes you smile.
Happy.
I make you happy.

Well, I made you happy.
I loved your taste.
I can still taste you.

I miss the "I love you's", I miss the nights spent crying.
I miss your touch, your kiss.
I miss your body against mine.
I miss your fingers in my hair.

I didn't cry when you left at first.
I thought I was dreaming.
I thought it was a joke.
I knew you were sad.
I knew we were both breaking.

But I couldn't imagine you going back to cutting.
I couldn't imagine your body hanging from the tree we first kissed at
The tree we carved 'Sam + Colby' in a heart, like all the cheesy movies.

Now you're gone.
Forever.
Now that you're dead, it hurts.
Where did you go, Sammy?

Was it something I did?
Something I said?
Huh?

I loved you.
I love you.
I miss you.
I miss your taste.

I miss ditching class, and messing around.
I miss marking you and people never knowing who's done it.
I miss smoking and getting high with you, letting everything soak away with our laughs and tears.

All you left was a note.
One your blood now stains and my tears smudged.
A note that read.
"I'm sorry, Colby.
I'll always love you.
Forever and always,
Onwards and upwards."

I wish I could cry more,
But I can't even speak.
I just miss you, Sam Golbach.

I love you, Sam Robert Golbach.
And I'm excited to finally be with you again.
Hold you.
Taste you.

All once this bottle of pills is empty.

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Hey, it's kind of a vent whoops. But Hey, I hope you liked it. I'm writing this with no sleep still >•< but I'll sleep soon!!

Anyways, have a good life, kiddos🖤

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