your favorite thing
i ask you what your favorite thing is and you say “the dark” i say you must be pretty happy right now you kiss me i feel your breath heave your hands shake you’re calling me beautiful your teeth graze my upper lip and i haven’t been.. i almost forget that i’ve put a mask of him in front of you and it’s all pretend and i almost forget that your voice isn’t the same timbre your smile isn’t quite crooked enough and i can almost feel him in my arms as i breathe in and out. in, out. just like i remembered
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