Your lips destroy me.
How many cliches can I use?
They haunt and cloy to every moment
and my hands carry the imprint
of the sides of your face.
You follow me
everywhere, to every thought.
Your love pulls me back every time
my body and my mind,
away from you I carry on
but something is gone.
Life is more real when you are near.
You are the realest thing
I ever kissed,
and your love destroys
my every fear.
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