I fought to keep my feelings locked up around her
but there was no point
she might as well have had a key.
Her lips were inevitable we were bound to
intertwine with mine that night.
And when they did ... the touch of her lips
gave me the high I've been craving so long for.
No drug could recreate my high that night
the high I obtained when our lips met again.
I wanted to overdose on her.
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