Maybe it's just me being naive but I thought that you kissing me actually meant something. I felt whole again, like the piece that i had been missing was filled again. Maybe it was the nicotine, but I felt weightless. And in that weightlessness, with you anchoring me to the ground and our lips moving effortlessly together, i felt infinite.
So is it bad that I cherished those stolen moments so much? I felt wanted, you told me i was. You told me you loved me. I believed you, i needed to because when you held me all of those broken pieces got stuck back together. But now you're gone and they've fallen apart again, only there's no one to put them back together.
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Breaking
Poetrycollection of poems and just brief writings of a girl experiencing love and heartbreak, simultaneously.
