you're like a song that's stuck in my head,
but I don't know the words
craving that bliss kiss that I miss
that grit **** I wanna hit
you're rough around the edges
& I liked how your hand's calluses
curved gently around my crevices
(& I'm not one to say I miss you
but I'll say that it's true
while still wanting to tell you
to go **** yourself)
cause I'm not over how you left,
but I'm taking the road traveled less
which involves all my forgiveness
all while usure if I am so bold yet
you're a song I can't forget...
I could find the right words to my memories
but I guess I like you best as a melody
like the one we sang together on your couch
your velvet voice in my ear
kissed & graced by your mouth
I'll remember that night for a while
I knew then how much I dug your style
and I know
I'm stretching this **** for miles
I get it
I'm a loose floorboard in your projects
that burned for you like a comet