if everything's the way it should be
then why, am i still hungry?
even to taste your sweet apathy
would be heavenly, only god knows
why i come crawling back every time.
but here now without you,
i'm speachless, my tongue is blistered
from the heated words we spoke
to burn each other
and i still miss you,
though i know i shouldn't.
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