.echoes.

a million words flutter about my head like confused butterflies in a summery haze

11.25.2003

i remember the first time i fell into the trap
that is your arms; it was summer and i didn't even think twice

and when you kissed me that night,
you ripped out my heart with your teeth

and it was all wonderful
until you walked away (still holding my heart in your teeth)

now i realize: i don't want you anymore,
i just want what we had.

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