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The first time we kissed, it felt like you were screaming against my lips because there was something inside you that shattered when you realized you no longer needed a fix but rather needed to be fixed. 

Your bones pressed against your skin so hard you would think that they were just simply dying to shout their secrets to whoever cared enough to listen. 

And I know that I was not the first person to kiss down your body and make you feel on top of the world. 

I can only retrace lines drawn with lips on your skin and your scent that has been inhaled by quite a few before me. 

I don't delude myself by saying I was the first but, 

my god,

I hope I can be the last.

I loved you as Icarus loved the sun, too close, too much. 

I fear that one day you'll wake up in the middle of the night and it will be far too late.

Because this is the right number but I don't think I'm the person you're looking for. 

You taught me that 2AM is for alcoholics drinking themselves into amnesia over lost loves,

and lusts,

for you, 

the lovers asleep in each others arms,

for me,

and for the lonley.

The ones who are in love with the loved but never loved in return.