| Current mood: | apathetic |
broken
I wouldn't be able to if i tried.
I can still feel the warmth of your lips on my neck. and your strong hands on my waist. and stomach.
I felt vulnerable. I was yours. I feel fragile.
And I hate it.
I hate that your smell still lingers in my hair. And your voice still ringing in my ears.
I might as well be the napkin smudged with her lipstick. the napkin stuffed in the cup of the drink that got you dizzy.
Enough.
You win. I admit it. This sorrow.
This pain.
I wish this heat I feel was from my lies. Not yours.
I hate you.
I still want you.
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