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This curse, so simple,
entered through my lips;
My chest is tight, my legs are gel,
as you ask for one last hug;
I plant my hand firmly,
unconciously feeling your toned chest;
"No."
I harshly push you away;
Beautiful hazel eyes seem to search, to plead;
"Why?" they question.
I wish things were back to the way they were:
Best friends, never another thought;
They suggested it.
You hurt me more than I dare show;
You ruined my trust for myself and, of course, you.
Just as you stole those kisses,
you stole my heart;
Now I have lost too many:
A lover, a best friend...
The sight of you makes me cringe,
yet I long for your fingers to be locked with mine;
I believe I miss you,
but in what way, I am not sure.
Your kisses or your hugs?
Your tongue or your laugh?
I cannot choose:
A lover or a friend.
What are you to me?
The battle rages and roars in my aching head.
I'm afraid my lips will taste of you forever.