your teeth scraped against mine
and it made me wonder if it was worth it
you were in a white shirt as I touched your back with both of my hands
I stared long at the back of your head
short brown hair, tinge of red, too short to even fall
when you finally pulled in to kiss me
our mouths were met with all of the discomfort of the past
I was sure that I could possibly work on that
I was not sure that it was something that I ever wanted (again)
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