I'm afraid that the next person I kiss will leave the taste of you in the back of my mouth. the next person who touches me will just be tracing the lines and patterns that you've already created, everything will be tainted by you. no person will ever be you. I will never experience you again and every person who comes and goes will just be a reminder of that. you've set a standard that I don't know anyone else can reach, the feeling of electricity flowing through my veins as you touch me and the fire in my stomach when you kiss me, I'm afraid I'll never have that again. I'm afraid that because of you, everyone else will taste bitter and ruined.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 8:30 PM UTC
I'm afraid that the next person I kiss will leave the taste of you in the back of my mouth. the next person who touches me will just be tracing the lines and patterns that you've already created, everything will be tainted by you. no person will ever be you. I will never experience you again and every person who comes and goes will just be a reminder of that. you've set a standard that I don't know anyone else can reach, the feeling of electricity flowing through my veins as you touch me and the fire in my stomach when you kiss me, I'm afraid I'll never have that again. I'm afraid that because of you, everyone else will taste bitter and ruined.
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