Left Like a Cliffhanger

How many pages 
Did you flip through 
Of mine?

That I was written 
With the embodiment 
Of everything you deify?

Trying to picture me 
Gliding 
Through your mind 

A kaleidoscope 
Of innocence 
In a dress 

Where I share poems 
Written about you 
At 2am 

And I am
Weaved together in your arms 
Like the blanket your mom made me

Kissing my cheek 
Until 
I laugh 

And our last kiss 
For the night
Leaves the taste of you behind 

Months old 
Cherry chapstick 
That lives in your favorite pair of jeans

My written word 
Depicted me 
perfectly 

The soft 
Smile on your face 
Said it all 

But the contradiction 
From 
Your tongue 

The sweet 
Sensitive love letters 
You gave me 

Was harder 
For me 
To swallow 

Than the adrenaline 
You could not control 
When you felt my touch 

I am inured 
Whole heartedly 
To the men 

Patching up 
Voids in their lives 
With being lascivious 

Their books 
Always
Know how to catch your eye 

Yet 
They are always 
Missing the last few pages 

But I keep 
Rereading them
As if the ending will change
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