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i think of your peachy lips and how it gradually moves when you speak about your weird obsession for video games as i put the sugar-coated candy on my tongue it tastes so gentle and pink just like the cloying flavor of your lips but the intimacy of it vanished like i've lost all my taste buds and your lips didn't feel like home anymore.
maybe it's because i'm not home maybe if we kiss there i'll recognize it maybe i'll recognize the coquettish lips i've always vigorously adored and thought of but only inside my head like a broken cd record playing on repeat but how am i supposed to kiss you if we barely even talk?
you don't make me feverish for your earthy love anymore when you walk in the room the butterflies are calm in my stomach like they didn't even notice you walked in but the scintilla fire we have for each other is still clinging for its dear life i'm not sure how long its gonna hold on to the rotting vine poisoning it but i know it'll fall soon.
