i think about the way your lips taste from time to time
when im lying awake and i can choke down the guilt
because i belong to another boy and it might break his heart if he ever knew
but my heart is made of steel
only breaking when i choose it to
and sometimes late at night when i think about the scars on your upper arm and the ones that spelt constellations on your neck
reminding me of galaxies hiding in your skin
i try to remember your lips on mine - but i've forgotten the way you t-t-taste and
if your lips are pink or red and if the last time we ever kissed they were dry or sticky with something other than us
i was drunk with eyes rolling and tears threatening, put off spirits
i feel sick when i think about you and all those things we did and didn't do and i don't regret a thing -not a single ******* second
but sometimes i swear i still wear the tear stains on my cheeks and the bruises on my ribs
and i lay awake staring at ceilings thinking about your skin on mine from time to time
i cant choke down the guilt because i belong to a boy and i let him press his skin against mine and if he ever reads this i think he will be done
with me and my permanent storm clouds and shaking palms because sometimes broken things aren't worth fixing
and you made me into one of those