You

Intricate

Beautiful

Lovely

You

 

Fragile

Broken

Shattered

You

 

Looking in the mirror

I see imperfect beauty

Because nothing is perfect

But you're close enough

 

Shaky hands

Forbidden Smiles

 Lips almost touching

Not close enough

 

We see each other

In a fragile state

Beautiful destruction 

Beautiful sex

 

Whispers

Of sweet nothings

But that's just it

They're nothings

 

In the morning you'll be gone

And I'll be broken

Smoking on a cigarette

That won't kill me fast enough

 

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