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Heart slamming into the pit of the stomach
Stomach dropping so low it disappears
Face went pale but it feels hotter than ever
Heart beats erratically throughout the head
In sync with the techno music surrounding
Focusing in on them together all at once
Two mouths working together to express love
Fuck that.
He can express love too.
But the gaze does not wander away from them
Focused on her hands in his hair
Heat flows through them and it's felt a ways away
Loneliness, emptiness, all at once surrounds him.
Engulfed in a feeling of betrayal, it's all his fault
Guilt overwhelms and topples through fingertips
They want to reach out to the two and rip them apart
Those lips should not be there
They need to feel his neck and he needs to feel her
Her lips
On
His