milky eyes & quick breathing
lips dry, words receding
back into a place, a place in between
the grooves of your teeth
forming a cavity of
repressed sweetness, words,
that you keep in your mouth
too afraid to let them out
You’re a fool for stealing, taking,
& never regurgitating
the i love you’s from boys
you’ve savored but
never returned the f(l)avor

Yet when you kiss
they can taste the bits
that linger on your lips