I taste you,
melted and pressed
between my lips.
You aren’t just sweet.
You’re chocolate
rich and bold whether anyone
believes it or not.
I prefer you in pieces,
as it’s more of you to hold.
Just like me, you weren’t made to last
the best kind of simple.
I walk to the edge of your shoulder
and jump,
headfirst into the darkest part
of you.
Poet & Storyteller
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