why does every sip taste like every word I choked down because my pride was much too big to let you know how I felt about the way your hair fell down every curve and the way you looked when you weren't even looking at anything but God your eyes could bring sight back to the blind and I swear you can go from the sweet rippling waters to the dark life threatening forests
and why does every sip taste like every forgotten memory like our whole past is nothing but a ******* dream that keeps replaying and our whole time together was nothing but wasted seconds, but why don't I regret every wasted second with your hands effortlessly climbing down my spine and your lips enchantingly finding my neck like our body's entwined is exactly what god intended for us, exactly what we needed.