I could never love another, I could hold his hand and make love to his lips drown in his arms and talk about his eyes tell him about my fears and favourite books explain the scar on my knee, call him when I can't sleep but I will never love him I will never write about him and how he makes my heart beat when he walks into the room, I'd be lying if I said I dreamt of him your scent is still all over my bed I will never take him to places we went or show him my secret spot when he touches my bare skin I will breathe, and think of you