A/N: This poem has been stuck in my head for months. Also, it is a little confusing. Not that I am calling anyone unintelligent, but I hope everyone can understand it.
His lips, forming a crazy wide grin
His lips, which won't stop laughing
His lips, so frightening
Right underneath his crazy eyes
His lips… why do they speak to me?
His lips, asking for love
His lips, craving my love
His lips, do they lie?
His lips, pressed against mine
His lips, so cold and bitter
His lips, madness flowing from them
Like a poison, entering my body
Through my lips, surprised and disgusted
My lips, who tell him to leave me alone
My lips, angrily protesting his touch
His lips, however, are soft
His lips have a maniacal grin on them
His lips face my lips, hating his
My lips, who once believed he was like my brother
My lips, who are wrong
My lips, who have sinned
My lips, who love another
My lips, who crave another's lips
Another's lips, a smoker's lips
A twisted grin upon those lips
Those lips, calling me an idiot
Those lips that haven't even touched my forehead
Those lips that I long to touch my lips
Like his lips did