So after weāre finished with the kissing, scream your story into my earsā make those words the only truth Iāll ever need to hear. Tell me about the lovers that forgot you, tell me about the ones that you still canāt get over. Tell me about the promises theyāve broken, now tell me the ones you couldnāt keep. Tell me about your broken, donāt worry, Iāll tell you mine right after. Tell me about the night you fell in love, tell me about how quickly it forgot you by morning. Tell me about the time you cried and how he didnāt want to hold you, and Iāll tell you right back about the time that she cried and I didnāt even have the heart to hold her bones together from scattering beneath my feet. Tell me where you first tasted love, Iāll tell you about my first kiss with death and how she let me go, just this once. Tell me about your someone and Iāll promise to never ask again. Tell me the words you couldnāt say, but always wanted to. Tell me the things you said, but regretted the second they left your lips. Tell me, who put gold on your lips and injected stardust into your veins? Donāt worry, Iāll tell you the exact same thing. Some lips were meant to change our whole biology. Tell me, when your heart broke for the very first timeā¦ did it hurt? Or did you feel nothing at all? Sometimes when I think about itā¦ it was always both. Itāll always hurt a little longer than all of the thinking youāve been doing. It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss, right? Some lips laced with beautiful lies, you can kiss my lonely nights into together morningsā I wouldnāt mind as long as youāre beside me. Is this another mistake or another regret? Are we really over things that haunt us from the past? Tell me about the stress and how coffee and sleep is like breathing and lungsā you need it to work, but itās always one or the other. You canāt have both. Tell me when youāll need someone and Iāll tell you when Iāll need you. Tell me the secrets youāve carved into your bones, Iāll tell you the only truth Iāve ever knownā love is like a double edged sword, you canāt handle it alone, there will always be two hearts that bleed in the end, even if they donāt feel it nowā karma will make them feel it later. Tell me about the kisses you promised to never tell, and Iāll tell you about the stones I couldnāt skip. Tell me who kissed you last, Iāll tell you that youāre the only one Iād like to kiss right now. Right words at the right time, but this is probably another wrong person waiting for their heart to healā weāre a pair of doves made of black, your heart pumps into my pen, give me your poetry without the poemā Iāll give you the poet without his tears, you can be my empty and Iāll be your glass. Letās pour our memories into a message thatāll be lost at seaā letās be the only secret worth keeping safe. Tell me, do you still believe in love? Do you still believe in love at first sight? Do you still dream when paying attention is required? Is your head in the clouds, just like mine? Do you sleep to get away from everything thatās been bothering you for way too long? Do you love like the blind who gets to see sunlight for the first time. Do you love like the deaf whose first words will be āI love you, I always have.ā Do you love like the mute whose first words will be āI love you too.ā Do you like flowers thatāll dance forever under sunlight? Tell my hands about your favorite memory, Iāll hold them forever. This is another promise thatāll be broken some day, but for right now, these words will stayā in this moment for eternity, itāll be just you and I. Weāre a sad story built on false happiness, weāre trying to be better than last week and this coffee is still not strong enough, I guess the words spoken today will be our caffeine highā tell me about you. Everything. Anything. I donāt care what it is or how it is. I just want this. I want you to continue our conversations even after the silence because thatās something Iāll be doing as well. Tell me. Do you still love like the Disney movies? I know itās naive, but loveā it has to have some purity left in it. Even if our digital age admires Facebook statuses, even if this is just another pastime, even if youāll forget me by next weekā tell me about everything that makes your soul so damn colorful. Tell me about why youāve been hurting for so long. And Iāll promise to listenā¦ And after all of the listening weāll both say this in unisonā¦ under our breathsā now tell me when youāre going to leave because I canāt promise that Iāll be staying.
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