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I find it quite amazing, that you don't realise how my lips tingle and my heart swells when you make me, yes, make me, kiss you. Just a friendly little peck, eh? You could be kissing your Aunt Mildred, your lips remain so dead and your stomach so still. I'll give you one of my butterflies, if you want one. The brushes against my back, my cheek, the brush strokes that paint sparks along my skin, leave your hands lifeless. They resuscitate me. When you say you 'love me', I don't think you understand how many times I've imagined you whispering those words, in a thousand different places, in a thousand different situations, in a thousand different ways. They float through the air, stopping time and creating pixie dust, before falling into my ears, forcing tremors throughout my once stable foundations. In reality, you could be asking somebody to pass the salt, your voice is so flat. So why can I not stop fizzing? If you grow old and look around and find yourself alone, don't worry. Don't cry about how nobody ever wanted you, about how nobody ever needed you or loved you till it hurt, hurt so bad they almost hated you. Because they did. I do. I do. ****
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Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC
Flatline Kisses
I find it quite amazing, that you don't realise how my lips tingle and my heart swells when you make me, yes, make me, kiss you. Just a friendly little peck, eh? You could be kissing your Aunt Mildred, your lips remain so dead and your stomach so still. I'll give you one of my butterflies, if you want one. The brushes against my back, my cheek, the brush strokes that paint sparks along my skin, leave your hands lifeless. They resuscitate me. When you say you 'love me', I don't think you understand how many times I've imagined you whispering those words, in a thousand different places, in a thousand different situations, in a thousand different ways. They float through the air, stopping time and creating pixie dust, before falling into my ears, forcing tremors throughout my once stable foundations. In reality, you could be asking somebody to pass the salt, your voice is so flat. So why can I not stop fizzing? If you grow old and look around and find yourself alone, don't worry. Don't cry about how nobody ever wanted you, about how nobody ever needed you or loved you till it hurt, hurt so bad they almost hated you. Because they did. I do. I do. ****
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hieronymus_b0sch
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC
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