You poured your words down my throat
like acid that burned through the insides of my chest.
And it was not my ribs that pained me,
but my lips.
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They stung with a desire to be kissed again.

The last time you were sad. -they asked

I couldn't answer.

Because you see, the thing is.

The sadness never stopped.

I did not understand the depth of sadness, until i started drowning in my mind.

And it seemed like loneliness was a friend, that visited much too often at night.

And, somestimes i wished, it wasn't only my hands that wiped the tears from my eyes when i cried.

i made two cups of hot coffee and watched as yours turned cold. you're not here.
and all i can think about is how you should be.