Monday, February 4, 2013

Late night poetry

I had forgotten the way your lips taste, and how your rough hands felt against my soft skin. I had pushed you out of my life and drowned every tear and memory in countless bottles of wine. The smile on my face I no longer had to fake. I thought I had moved on, but then you came back. You came rushing back into my life like a shooting star, lighting up a sky I hadn't known was even dark. But like all shooting stars you would soon fade into the night, leaving nothing but a scar from your path.

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