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I try and piece together
the way the wind and fire bend,
but I can't help but to think
about all the matches used
becoming completely useless.
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The fear of your body pressed against mine
in a heated fight for control and dominance
causes my heart to race a couple seconds faster.
Your lips shine against the light of a bonfire
and I hold my breath deep in my chest,
craving for you to give me one last kiss.
Knowing you,
and knowing what you want,
I realize my mistake.
The kiss we once shared was only a
one time thing,
something classified as unspecial.
However unspecial my kiss might have been,
I can't help but crave your body against mine
one last time in a heated fight of longing lust.
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The way your simple lies hold truths
scares me in a way I can't comprehend.
You make me feel unnecessary,
but necessary,
all at the same time.
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(This one isn't a poem lol just me being angry)
one word,
two vowels,
three different meanings:
hickey.
We kissed,
I overreacted,
You had sex with someone else.
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fuckkkkk meeeeeee
YOU ARE READING
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Teen Fictionjust random story ideas, thoughts, poems, and scenes that I would like to add into a story, but never will :)
