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I am but a fleeting phrase, a sentence in your tome,

A whisper in your journey, where countless voices roam.

Yet, in my quiet brevity, a universe took flight,

Filling shelves of boundless thought in the corridors of night.

The libraries you have built within my fragile heart,

Each word, a gilded memory, a masterpiece of art.

I penned your name in starlight, on pages bound with dreams,

Ink flowing like a river through love's eternal streams.

Your smile, the prelude to a sonnet soft and true,

Your laughter, the refrain that the poets always knew.

I've scrawled you in the margins of the world I hold inside,

Where metaphors of longing in endless echoes bide.

Each fleeting glance, a chapter; each touch, a verse divine,

Your presence is the epilogue where I would rest my spine.

Though I am but a sentence, your spirit swells my page,

A symphony of essence no volumes could encage.

My quiet voice may falter as your story carries on,

Yet echoes of my cadence remain long after the dawn.

For though the ink may dwindle, and time may turn to dust,

The libraries I have crafted will never know distrust.

I am merely passing through, a footnote to your tale,

Yet your light ignites my parchment, a flame that will not pale.

So leave me in your chapter, or let my lines erase,

For still, you are the atlas of my soul's most sacred space.

The first day I saw you,

I caught you looking,

Undressing me with your eyes,

You smirked and looked away,

You may as well have clawed me,

Tore me apart in the open,

Your eyes so dark theyre almost black,

Lips that look swollen from kissing,

Your touch is like electricity on my skin,

The closer we got,

The more scared I got,

I hadnt felt this way in a long time,

Your fingers on my skin,

Sent shivers rippling across it,

The promise of a kiss,

Never quite making it,

The side eye you always give,

You have the perfect come to bed eyes,

I felt your claws pierce my flesh,

Sliding them through my ribs,

Tearing out my heart,

There were no pictures,

No physical contact,

We both felt the pull,

Like magnets attracting each other,

I wanted to tear you apart,

I still do,

My heart aches where you pierced it,

I fell hard on to the concrete,

I couldnt breathe,

I felt you breathe on my neck,

Your lips a hair from mine,

Hands desperate to touch,

I tasted your cheek,

The salt from your tears,

Staining your face,

I held you close and comforted you,

You pierced my heart again,

Im still chasing that kiss,

Chasing your touch,

Forever.