|| CREATIVE THINKING

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You come back to haunt me in my dreams
Our bitter sweet memories
The taste of your lips pressed against mine
How being in your arms felt like it could stop time.
I remember all the sweet nothings you'd whisper to me at night
But I also remember that those nothings turned to something within the light.
Your touch became poison
Your kiss like a knife
You sliced through my heart
Without even saying goodbye.