Giving you that cold sore by Megan Groves

I stare at him, entranced,
Wishing it was me
Who gave you that cold sore
Upon your cupids bow.
I hope I catch your eye,
I know it’ll never
Be the way he does.
Your smile, accentuated by that sore,
Casts shadows
You blind me.
Your voice, sickly sweet to my ears
Deafens me. I imagine
Your moans
Breathless, erratic
Until I remember him.
His hands over your skin
Breath on your neck
Lips on yours
Giving you that cold sore.

Megan is currently a Masters student studying creative writing with a focus on prose fiction, but dabbling in poetry. Megan currently lives in Bedford with her partner. You can find out more about her by following her on Instagram at @Megwanna_the_iguana – forewarning, she gets obsessed with swans around summertime.

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