I cant look at myself
My lips were the ones you kissed
And every time that I put on lipstick
I am reminded what hot passion tastes like
I'm not sure I'll ever taste that again
My eyes were the ones that you stared into as you told me you loved me
The ones you said you could never stop staring into
But you did
My arms were the ones you carressed
You said "I'm so glad that there are no tears in your skin"
You kissed the scars that the nothingness had left behind
I dont know if my arms will ever be whole again
My hair
That you pulled in passion and played with in boredom
My feet
That you touched and laughed how i hated that
My hands
That you held for the first time and told me you never wanted to let go
My legs
That you ran your hands down and said were beautiful
My heart
The one that you took into your hands
And instead of protecting such a delicate thing
You threw it on the floor and laughed
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
I cant look at myself
My lips were the ones you kissed
And every time that I put on lipstick
I am reminded what hot passion tastes like
I'm not sure I'll ever taste that again
My eyes were the ones that you stared into as you told me you loved me
The ones you said you could never stop staring into
But you did
My arms were the ones you carressed
You said "I'm so glad that there are no tears in your skin"
You kissed the scars that the nothingness had left behind
I dont know if my arms will ever be whole again
My hair
That you pulled in passion and played with in boredom
My feet
That you touched and laughed how i hated that
My hands
That you held for the first time and told me you never wanted to let go
My legs
That you ran your hands down and said were beautiful
My heart
The one that you took into your hands
And instead of protecting such a delicate thing
You threw it on the floor and laughed
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