Your lips taste like honey,
soft and slow,
like the kind of sweetness that lingers
long after itโs gone.
But sometimesโ
they taste like poison.
Sharp. Addictive.
Something I know will break me
and I still lean in anyway.
It tortures me,
the way you touch me,
the way you look at me like you mean forever
then pull away like you never did.
I swear,
you tear my soul open
and call it love.
And I let you,
because when itโs good,
itโs heaven.
When itโs notโ
I still crave you.
Your lips taste like honey,
sometimes like poison.
And somehow,
I canโt tell the difference anymore.
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 7:40 AM UTC
Your lips taste like honey,
soft and slow,
like the kind of sweetness that lingers
long after itโs gone.
But sometimesโ
they taste like poison.
Sharp. Addictive.
Something I know will break me
and I still lean in anyway.
It tortures me,
the way you touch me,
the way you look at me like you mean forever
then pull away like you never did.
I swear,
you tear my soul open
and call it love.
And I let you,
because when itโs good,
itโs heaven.
When itโs notโ
I still crave you.
Your lips taste like honey,
sometimes like poison.
And somehow,
I canโt tell the difference anymore.
I nenever had my 1st kiss, but i feel sometimes its like this. I deadly bc you don't know if he's the one, and then u waste ur kiss and its becomes addictive to kiss them
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18/F/Pennsylvania, U.S.A
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 7:40 AM UTC
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