The Silence (After You and I)

What lies beyond out of friendships hand?
All eroded off and worn out.
They say the best picture is your memory.
But is it the clearest? I ask. Is it?
Could I wither off into the storm of my thoughts?
And pretend that I never had you next to me.
It was your kiss that poisened my days, my nights, my...
Lips...
Yet even though you told me, It was just a friendly kiss,
You knew it would not be taken that way.
Still yet, angry from the throbbing pain in my swollen cheek. That blow you gave me told me you could not be what I wanted.
Its a fire that I have in me. I wanted...to touch, to taste, to hear...you.
As my taste for you ripened, you rottened. You have been off the vine for awhile as it seems.
I could still feel the impact on my cheek and on my lips.
Your pink chapped skin pressing against mine. Your warm breath against the goosebumps of this freezing night.
But what I regret was that I did not take your kiss.
Angry as I was. How could I?
The only picture I have was that I did kiss poison.
Poison that I wanted to travel through my loveless viens.
How could I? How could I miss it?