I never understood what made your lips on my neck such an intimate affair. Until your teeth grazed my pulse and I realized you could tear open my throat and make me bleed out in your arms; but instead you chose to kiss.
I've been told of how violent you are. Yet I embrace you softly, and you return it with such grace that it dazes me. I can be your cigarettes, drugs, or even another bottle of alcohol. I can be another addiction of yours if you let me.
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