Your kiss still lingers,
a ghost on my lips.
It leaves me more lost then ever
and only adds to the internal conflict.
I sit here alone,
wondering how what was once so beautiful
could become so vile and disfigured.
Two months later...
I sit here by myself again.
A pain in my chest intense
yet dull and wonder
how much longer we can go
on like this for.
Tainted love is what you offer
and nothing more.
at least not anymore
you no longer make me feel wanted.
Your kisses, when you give them
leave me feeling stained
and foolish.
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