I wonder if with every shot of fireball,
She tastes our cinnamon kisses on her tongue
I wonder if every time she hugs the toilet,
She remembers what my arms felt like wrapped around her
I know when she wakes up with no memory of the night before,
She also forgets the way I loved her
And how I always have
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 1:58 PM UTC
I wonder if with every shot of fireball,
She tastes our cinnamon kisses on her tongue
I wonder if every time she hugs the toilet,
She remembers what my arms felt like wrapped around her
I know when she wakes up with no memory of the night before,
She also forgets the way I loved her
And how I always have
