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Feb 2013 · 914
sweet nothing
liv Feb 2013
Summer came in like a heat wave of everything new
In control, so sure, so cool against the heavy air
I believed it all
Then, just as I thought I had it together (untouchable)
Your touch reminded me of what I’ve desired
And your lips matched mine as if they were designed for this
And your words were a song I had forgotten I loved
And each movement was like a dance, choreographed by strangers who had the same idea
Every breath perfectly placed, we could’ve made a melody
Finally in a bubble of bliss, floating off of your energy (ours)
And suddenly it was cool, and there was a breeze, and it felt perfect
Until what I knew I already knew smacked me in the face, so hard the bruise is still there
Have I made this up?
Or gone too far?
Your lips didn’t match mine, that’s impossible
Your words are meaningless, how could I forget
And our movements were rehearsed, like a beautifully unoriginal ballet, all for show
While exploring your body I had forgotten your soul wasn’t attached
But while exploring mine I had given that all to you
So, sorry baby, I didn’t mean to be so open (I thought that’s what we were doing)
But how come now that it’s cool out, I feel like I’m on fire?

— The End —