I would drown you in the tears that I shed for you if it wasn’t for the fact that I didn’t shed any at all.
I’m sitting here with my hands in a *** of boiling water attempting to cleanse myself from the feeling of your palm against mine.
It’s hard to accept the fact that I could thoroughly wash my body to get rid of your smell but I cannot wash my senses from it.
And there is not enough water on the earth to wash the memories from my mind.
I could brush my teeth a million times, but, what would that do when I still taste your tongue on the roof of my mouth?
If I could just dig my nails through my skin and remove the burning sensation that once was your finger tips tracing my spine.
If I could shake your voice from my eardrums maybe I could sleep at night.
It's like you've imprinted your soul in mine and I want it out so ******* bad.
You wanted tough and i showed you parts of me that were sad.
They have meetings for bad habits but I couldn't sit in a room when I need you like nicotine and don't want to talk about it.