I drank to your eyes
and your smile
to the freckle on your left shoulder
your fingers stretching forward into mine
or running through my hair.
I drank to your lips
and that stupid *** grin
to your peace and your patience
or the lack thereof.
I drank to your absence
on every inch of my skin
itching like bug bites
but not wanting to make a scar
you were just a girl
I kept reminding myself.
I didn't drink to anything else
I didn't think to
this skin has renewed
I didn't think to
it's never been touched by you
I didn't think to
by your filthy ******* hands
I didn't think to
I didn't let you make a scar
I didn't think to
when you finally did
I didn't drink to you.