Your breath on my skin,
What passionate sin,
I miss that.
Your teeth on my neck,
Emotional reck.
I'm never going back.
All night long,
We'd fuck around,
Talk about the future.
But now, the ground,
Is moving.
The tears burn as they fall,
Down the face you missed,
Past the lips you kissed,
And on to the ground.
The ground that won't stop moving.
My lost innocence.
I knew better.
I knew in my heart,
Nothing is forever.
But this ache, it lingers,
Like the feel of your fingers
Through my hair,
Across my. . .
Between my. . .
Into . . .
My heart, it beats.
I'm still alive.
But the memory stays
And I can't deny
I miss you.
I admit it
I miss you
sometimes.