it wasn’t until our first kiss came apart that i noticed i was no longer on the ground.

as the smoke leaves our lips, they warn us of death, which is fine, because at least we know of life.

in the future where everyone has a gun, and it isn’t uncommon for an extra clip to fall out of someone’s pocket, it it hardly seems dangerous compared to the thought of not meeting you again.

when my hand pushed across your breast i felt you shudder, your mind clicking a picture. i guess mine was doing the same.

knowing no one would be there for me made me feel much less alone. then you will come, and suddenly i won’t be.

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