Taste My Words.


I want you at your best.

I want you at your worst.

I want you to kiss me as I speak,

Just because you wanted to taste my words.

I want all of this because you are a continuous warm summer day in this blizzard of my life.

I am not just “close to you.”

I am to a point where I am unable to recognize where I start you you begin.

You are the only one who has witnessed me in all of my tainted glory,

And out of love, breathed new life into me.

You want me at my best.

You want me at my worst.

And for that…I want to kiss you as you speak.

Because I want to taste your words.

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