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I Misplaced His Words
I guess you are a bad kisser,
for insults and disgusting words
come out of your mouth.
They punched me so hard
that my fragile portions were
bruised,
scarred,
and broken.
I can’t breathe like
how I used to—
my lungs are murmuring in pain,
my heart is still whispers your name
and I don’t know
how to cure myself anymore.
Maybe I’ll be fine if
you get all the broken pieces back together.
And maybe,
just maybe…
I’ll be okay if
you kiss me with words
that my heart has never
heard of.