kissing his lips
should have tasted like
honey,
instead they stung
like a thorn.
his voice
once a soothing lullaby
now was that of a siren
in a thunderstorm.
you never belonged to me,
but i was
always
yours.
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kissing his lips
should have tasted like
honey,
instead they stung
like a thorn.
his voice
once a soothing lullaby
now was that of a siren
in a thunderstorm.
you never belonged to me,
but i was
always
yours.