ᯓᡣ𐭩

"I can't help but love you"

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You tasted like smoke and cherry lip gloss. Met you at a show, eyes heavy, voice soft like a secret. Said your name fast, like you didn’t want him to remember it. He did anyway.

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You weren’t good for each other. That was clear from the start. But you laughed when he told you how he felt like a ghost, and said, “Same.”

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You stayed up ‘til 3 a.m. talking about nothing. Shared pills. Shared scars. Shared silence. You traced his tattoos like you was reading a map, looking for a way out of yourself. He told you, he didn’t believe in love. You kissed him like you didn’t either.

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You were wreckage holding hands. But he liked the way you said his name, like it meant something. And even now, months later, he still see you in the dark corners of his mind. Still hear you say, “Don’t fall for me.” Too late.