I don't love him, but he is here and you are not (Pt. 3)

I promise that one day

our cold hearts can be together,

our blacked out lungs will breathe each other,

our stained clothes will be tugged off 

by words never spoken

through our lips, 

our cracked lips will meet 

and we can smile together,

because I promise  that one day

our hearts, 

clothes,

lungs

lips,

will finally meet.

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