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if only you could read my lips,
you would know
just how much they miss you.
they were softer
when they whispered your name.
they would often beg
for a place in your heart
but you wouldn’t let them stay.
my lips were a destination,
a place for you to rest your head,
catch your breath,
to settle in my chest
and keep warm.
they say humans are warm-blooded
but I’ve never met someone
who runs so cold to the touch.
I get frostbite when
I think of you too much.
if only you could read my lips,
you would know
just how much they want to kiss you.
they weren’t so lonely
when you were tongue deep
between my teeth.
that’s all it ever was to you:
a skin-deep fantasy you outgrew.
if only you could read my lips,
you would know
just how much they had to say.
but you wouldn’t listen anyway.
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