You haven't yet figure out how to love me so I trace the patterns of your heartbeats when you think I can't hear it, and I whisper words that you'll never hear when I think you aren't listening.
You're telling me I don't matter, I never mattered at all, by leaving bruises on my skin again, but my body is not your ******* canvas, and I am not your girl anymore.
I dreamed of your lips against mine again last night, I dreamed of the way your hands trace the outlines of my body and your teeth scrape the side of my neck. I felt myself falling asleep in your arms even though you weren’t there.