Can you not see me? Am I not there?
I used to be everything to you, now you just don't care

If we pass in the street, you look the other way
I hope to catch your eye but you shy away

You're with someone else now, laughing at his jokes
Fluttering your eyes and lighting up his smokes

I don't even know him but I hope he hurts
When it's his turn to watch your sly little flirts

Feel the pain that I felt as you slipped away from me
Saying "it's me not you" as you explain you must be free

A cloud hangs over me, my stomach has cramps, a knot
What's the point of carrying on?
None, that is what

as the pages turn and our story grows
your once obvious feelings become reluctant to show
your intentions remain hidden, burried under the shelf
the edges are bent, the pages are weathered
not even a clue in the world you have yourself!
eventually, our pages together will no longer be marked
my bookmark will fall out and be torn apart
so please, not a sentence we have to wait
no fragment, paragraph, nor phrase be left out
add in your details, restate your plot
maybe our tale can end as good as we once thought

There will be a digital trace

Of this in the morning,
And I will know
That I was alive

i told you not to kiss me
because your blood was full of alcohol,
and you couldn't think straight.

i told you not to kiss me
because I was intoxicated with feelings
and I wanted to kiss you as well.

i told you not to kiss me
but you whispered things.
and we got closer,
so close, that for a second,
i thought we were a single person

i told you not to kiss me
because when our lips met
and our hands touched
there was no other place that felt like home,
than you

and now your kiss is inked in my bones,
and my lips carry your name.

i told you not to kiss me.