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sometimes....I miss the us. Us before Morehouse, us before we got so stubborn, us before we stopped caring. How did it get to that point? How could we get to that point, with all that we shared but now it seems wasted. Like my secrets I told seem like they were all vain and as if my emotions that I once had don't even matter at this point. Because once it ended everything dissipated, vanished like our past were only in our dreams. Not saying we should try again because frankly if there was that option I wouldn't. But I'm just saying sometimes I wonder how what we thought was so strong and stable was so easily broken and never assembled again...

Can I eat you?

Me

You

A smile

A table for two

One knive

One plate

One fork

One spoon

But thse intensils wont let

Me dig further into you

Not sexually....

But internally

I want to eat you...

I want to eat the thoughts

That you are scared to share with me

I want to eat the times

When your trust for me is shaky

I want to eat the times when

When you are scared to tell your friends and family about me

I want to eat away at your intellect

For if I eat enough maybe our great minds can think on the same beat

I wanna eat you......

Not like Fried Oreos at the Red Fish

I wanna eat you....
With my heart....not my lips

But I wanna eat you....

I wanna taste every emotion you feel when we kiss

I wanna eat you....

Savoring every butterfly engendered by our mutual bliss

So give me my plate...my fork..,my knive...and my spoon

So i can use them to eat away at your soul....and digest our discrepancies and watch us bloom.....