It's intoxicating, our lips crashing, our breaths mixing. This is not the first time we meet up like this, we have always tried to be away from each other, but something always pulls us back together. We have an insane amount of differences, but that only makes us crave each other more. My lips always tasting of strawberries, while yours have the unhealthy, but the addictive taste of cigarettes. Such different tastes that make a perfect, but unexpected combination. It's the same thing for both of us, trust issues. Neither of us has a heart, only a million pieces being held together by a strong chain. Love is something we're afraid of, knowing it is what shaped us to what we are now. I know damn well that we said there would be no feelings involved in whatever we have, but it's too late for me, I'm falling. No matter how much I want to run away, I can't shake my hunger for our addicting mix of taste, strawberries & cigarettes.
I wanted to hold on to anything so I would stop falling, but right before I hit the ground, loving arms managed to catch me. If I knew we were each others key to happiness, then I would have jumped down willingly.
