The way you didn’t kiss me
at the top of the Ferris Wheel.
The way you kissed me
at the bottom of my sense of self.
The way I had your fingerprints on my thighs for 2 weeks after you left me.
The way I want you
to leave me wanting again.
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 2:58 AM UTC
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