You remind me of a no good
Heart breaker,
On a prowl,
Breaking my frail heart
Leaving one to many scars.
Even as we kiss and those lips of yours
Are so sweet even when they're not with mine
I long for them, and I whisper
Patterned nonsense.
That I echo but can't grasp.
Handling his frail conscience in the palm
Of my non existence hands
Griping the undying words
He utters and
I shutter and deal with the weird feelings
Scaring my insides.
Still he is the same insane heart breaker,
Silently making me another victim.
And those soft lips and needy words
The right words in the right way
Won me over and I collapse when he returns
Silencing the doubt I'll always have.
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