You had your fingers through my hair,
Brushing aside the loose strands
Weaving through my thoughts
Like a gentle wave in my own storm.
A gentle brush against your hand,
Is like lightning through my soul
Electrifying me, defying everything
I thought I previously had known.
The linger of your kiss,
Sits on my lips for days, and days,
And when I breathe
I breathe you and your sweetness in.
Of all the magic in this world
Yours is none that I had ever known
Yet all must come to an end
A love that never did grow.
I sit on the same bed,
Under the same corridor of our first kiss
And everything floods back to me
When your number, now unsaved, lights up on my phone.
Do I give up for good?
Or must we wait for time to dawdle,
Slowly I will fall again
Into the depths of the unknown.
Apologies never do work
They merely are buckets of paint
That covers up the scars
Of an utterly destructive past.
Even when it’s all gone
The taste of you still lingers,
On my bed, my clothes, my skin
It’s like electrocution for my sins.
You were oil, and I fire
We cooked up the greatest storms
Our love burnt up so fast
That all is left is nothing but a sizzle.
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