What about that first kiss, when the world disapeared and only his breath kept you alive?
What about the taste on your tongue as you licked your lips hours after he was gone?
What about the smell that lingered on your sweater, still hidden in the drawer? What about the swoon of the hearth when you bury your face in it and catch a glimpse of his scent?
What about the blue of his eyes? What about the clouds that stopped moving while you thought you were looking at the sky?
What about the hours spent feeling the ghost of his touch? What about the words that stayed, stay, echo, shout, that makes you want to runaway?
What about the movie in your head, playing until you’re sick, until you can’t take it anymore?
What about the emptiness? Yes, what about the longing to be full again.
What about that first kiss? Long gone, but still printed on your soul?
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Kiss me kiss me kiss me!
Your tongue is like poison
So swollen it fills up my mouth
Love me love me love me!
You nail me to the floor
And push my guts all inside out
Get it out get it out get it out!
Get your fucking voice
Out of my head!
I never wanted this
I never wanted any of this
I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
I never wanted any of this
I wish you were dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
-The Cure
so many What Ifs.
I wonder sometimes if that Kiss on my wedding day would have been like the one in your post, If i’ld be where i am today.
and at the same time i wonder why the times i’ve had that Kiss why thats the only thing i have of those lost possiblities
I with spyder about the wedding kiss.
When reading your post, I was thinking that I’ve never felt that way and then the wedding kiss came to mind.
I’ve never felt that way!
because this kiss is not meant to happen, but when it does it still hurts because it’s already gone.