• f i f t y • Tastes The Same

And although you find fault in my fingers,
You create negativity in my desire,
Although you prevent all of the possible,
With your refusal to be your best,
With your neglegance to yourself,
Although you turn away,
Whenever I offer you my heart,
This love will always taste the same,
At the back of my tongue,
From the bottom of my lungs,
To the tips of those same fingers,
That you can’t believe would want to write this.

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