#arantadaykeepsthedoctoraway

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Your lips gentle and slow, kiss my lips once before you pull back, look into my eyes and smile. My heart stops a second, I caused that smile. I lift my hand up to your face, stroking your cheek trying to communicate with my hands alone how I feel, words couldn't compare to the emotion in our eyes. You grab me and pull me close to you, holding me as tight as your arms will let you, I squeeze you back. 

I am home.

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I can still feel the way your fingers felt when they traced across my skin. I saved it, it’s one of many physical memories I hold of my time with you. 

I only think about them when I really need to feel you close. I’m scared it’s going to disintegrate if I play it over in my head, like an acient vhs tape that’s been played too much, my memory of you will become fuzzy before it’s completely lost. It’s just a useless shell of a memory I used to be able to feel.

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Yellow

I used to hate the colour yellow, the colour seemed to personally offend me.  how dare it be so bright and joyful. In the sun it scarred my eyes if I looked too long. In flowers they were always the first to be picked, always seen as the prettiest and in cars it always left me with a sore arm. I definetly wasn’t yellow. No one was taken back by my beauty or greatness, no one was fighting over me and I was never the person to be picked first.  I don’t hate the colour anymore.