Picture myself with those lips stuck to mine.
Tell myself that could never be.
Lie to you about how this laughter never dies.
Find myself hating the way you smile.
Settle with nothing less but what I want.
Remembering your eyes when I tell you my secret.
Letting you know when to say "yes".
Telling you this story.
Now telling all of you about how I made this story up.
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