Just an Idea
Metaphor
Pointless Hope
Paradox
Trust
Accountable
Stay or Leave
Feeling
Just Friends
Papercut
Worth
Apocalypse
Broken Record
Cursed
Wounded
Move On
Muse
Insignificant
Rock, Paper, Scissors
Allegiance
"I Love You"
Closing Letter
Paradox
You are the sweetest of my torments.
You're the tangible torture of citrus
The bite followed by the tart
Fresh and unbearable in the same instance

You're the lemon zest scent;
You're the juice in the cut
As the knife cuts my thumb;
The sweetness meeting the wild coppery tang
of blood in my mouth.

You're in the twist in my chest
that exists somewhere between my heart and my stomach
both organs being wrenched apart...
When I see you and remember that we haven't spoken in months.
© Epic Novella,
книга «(U)s».
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