Everywhere you kissed, my skin burned but, you quickly backtracked and healed my skin with your hands. I should’ve stopped and warned you that it wasn’t okay for you to reopen wounds that weren’t your fault and then heal them all at once, but everything was blurry and slurred. I didn’t mind.
My heart and my mind constantly let me know that they don’t enjoy being at war with each other. I would like to relieve them, but I don’t know who to let win.
(Please, don’t kiss me like that ever again.) (I don’t know what I want.)