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i slowly close my eyes when you kiss me, and it's like i'm reaching inside a box of yummy cereal.. i'm lost in the feel of my tongue against your lip and how it only seems too natural and at the same time, too devastatingly addictive to kiss you. i open my eyes more slowly than i close them, because seeing you after a kiss that could lull me- an insomniac -to sleep, is like finally pulling the special prize out of the cereal box; i look and i smile at you feeling content, because i am looking at my prize, feeling astonished and greatful that i got what i've been hoping to get.

when i look at you while you're doing stuff that you consider important, and you complain about everything, i smile to myself, because i know i'm the only one who will ever really listen to what you're trying to say, and when you look at me with those dark, stellar eyes, i couldn't help but kiss you, and that's when you smile. and that smile of yours lights the little subways of my heart, because that smile tells me that you know i will never leave you, even if you complain about everything, every minute of everyday.

when slumber drives you to turn away from me, i make out the shadows that your bones and your muscles create beneath the dimmest lights and i'm looking at an artwork, a masterpiece, a spectacular glimpse of everything that ever really mattered to me. i know i'm the only one who's ever seen you this way, and my shaking fingertips assure me you're real. my own heaven and hell; the living proof of my patience and faith; my freedom and sentence of reclusion perpetua, wrapped in my thin arms and beneath my thick lips.

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i slowly close my eyes when you kiss me, and it's like i'm reaching inside a box of yummy cereal.. i'm lost in the feel of my tongue against your lip and how it only seems too natural and at the same time, too devastatingly addictive to kiss you. i open my eyes more slowly than i close them, because seeing you after a kiss that could lull me- an insomniac -to sleep, is like finally pulling the special prize out of the cereal box; i look and i smile at you feeling content, because i am looking at my prize, feeling astonished and greatful that i got what i've been hoping to get.

when i look at you while you're doing stuff that you consider important, and you complain about everything, i smile to myself, because i know i'm the only one who will ever really listen to what you're trying to say, and when you look at me with those dark, stellar eyes, i couldn't help but kiss you, and that's when you smile. and that smile of yours lights the little subways of my heart, because that smile tells me that you know i will never leave you, even if you complain about everything, every minute of everyday.

when slumber drives you to turn away from me, i make out the shadows that your bones and your muscles create beneath the dimmest lights and i'm looking at an artwork, a masterpiece, a spectacular glimpse of everything that ever really mattered to me. i know i'm the only one who's ever seen you this way, and my shaking fingertips assure me you're real. my own heaven and hell; the living proof of my patience and faith; my freedom and sentence of reclusion perpetua, wrapped in my thin arms and beneath my thick lips.