The first night I kissed you, you kissed me and my tongue fell out
I don’t remember being high, but the world changed colors
The first night I kissed you, we had sex and I enjoyed you without wondering “what’s next”.
The first night I kissed you, you kissed me with your broken and left a piece in the right corner of my lower lip.
I think you used it to mark my corner of your thorn-colored love triangle.
The day after the first night I kissed you, you woke me up at 4am and said, “I want you.”
You did that every night until I got used to it.
Then one night I woke up at 4am
You said, I need a smoke
I guess the cigarette tasted better then me.
Maybe it’s the mint.
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