I can still taste the mint flavor of the gum you gave me
Passed between locked lips
Your mouth tasted of sweet and sour
But I liked it
And maybe that's why my favorite gum flavor is spearmint
Because it's a part of you that im still holding on to
And it's funny how certain tastes remind us of certain things
In this case, of someone we no longer are.
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The Lies We Tell Ourselves
PoetryI'm learning to cope and so are others in their own struggles, so why not learn to cope together :)? a collection of all sorts of poetry and prose stemming from my own experiences.
