him.
his lips were always chapped
and his hands were ice hold like his heart
he dug his way into your heart and buried
himself into your bones.
you would taste him in your morning breath
and smell him on your sheets..
at 3a.m when you've had a bit too much to drink
you could here his raspy voice whispering
in your ear "don't worry baby girl, you are mine" like a lullaby.
when he kissed you your lips would start to burn like
how your lungs burned when you breathed in his
second hand cigarette smoke.
your hair smelt like his cologne and the washing detergent
his mom would use to wash his stained ripped up clothes.
don't tell me that i will get over him
when he has become a part of me.
i feel him when i breathe
i see him in my sleep
i hear him in my dreams
hes a part of me.