We breathed cracks into our foundations
like perfection was never perfect enough.
When you cried
I wanted my mouth pressed to yours-
To taste salted pain on your lips
and love you more than the Devil for it.
I am so sick
of never being.
Love me until I’m whole again.
Love me until I feel something
that doesn’t echo right through me.
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Let me drink from you.
Let me breathe you.
Let me suffocate on you in the back of my throat.
Not exactly a poem... a collection of thoughts which I may craft into one.
Please tell me what you think
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Great
You :- Love me until I am whole again..... I am so sick of never being......!
Me :- Yeah great....brilliant write
Indra Siddhe
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This is great. Not exactly a poem you say? Well it sounds damn good to me. I think its so emotional and just pleasing to read. Well... let me think of a new word... pleasing might not so it... hmmm... well I cant think of any so I guess I'll just have to stick with pleasing. Anyways what I'm trying to say is this is great. Great job.
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i like this. its got alot of emotion.
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