I wanted you.
it's a seven day itch.
consequentially I can't scratch.
yet this heat.
this kiss of torture.
I die just to feel the stars falling from the sun.
a thousand sunsets in your eyes.
hunger like butterflies going a flutter.
yet I wish to be tamed.
let you be my ball and chain.
I drag it around just to be ironic.
yet a touch of a high that made you like a dream.
your lips hunting me.
just to taste the lipstick stained me.
so bittersweet.
the hold your lips have on me.
a touch of fever.
yet I die for the warmth.
the flavor I dream of at night.
knowing you're the ghost that makes my want a need.
I'm sick.
I'm in love.
yet I'm irrevocably intriguingly obsessed
©darkmocha
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