I could've kissed you then
The madness was alive in your soft eyes
The wickedness burned in the back of your throat
It burned in mine too
But not because I was proud of you
I was terrified
The one I had idolized and craved
Was a replica of me
After I had sworn over and over
I wouldn't change him, I wouldn't change him
I could've kissed you then
But I couldn't have looked myself in the eyes
And been okay with what I saw staring back