If I were to lose you
I can already taste the pure regret I would choke on each time I heard your name
My pillows would turn into my most hated possessions because the smell of your hair lingers between the fabrics and I can't seem to let go of them
I would start showering 3 times a day again to try and wash your fingerprints off of my body
By the time I dried off I would already be crawling into the last tshirt of yours I owned
I would take up drinking because the hangover felt much better than missing you and alcohol washed every word you've ever said right down the hatch
Lastly,
going to sleep knowing someone else is your muse could honestly be enough to **** me
So I would take an extra sleeping pill just so I could see your face with mine, and not someone else's
If I were to lose you