each time I tasted your lips I was offered a different flavor.
sometimes it was a bitter fruit of longing for more,
other times it fed me plenty with a saucy satisfaction.
It excited more than anything that I never knew what I was going to get.
I miss that a lot,
walking into the kitchen seeing you in your rags of wonderful nothings,
putting my arms around you and seeing what I deserved.
I always knew I got what I had earned from you.
If I wanted the sweet I had to play nice,
If I wanted the sour It meant I was naughty,
now I am neither naughty or nice,
only left with a hunger and a ache, where I long to just have one more taste.
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Climbing Up Out Of The Ashes
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