There are ghosts,
Ideas, inklings,
Of the touches you left,
On my hands, my neck, my hipbones

The places you said you'd kiss
The places you meant to touch
The things you wanted to claim.

I loved you,  
I loved you as much as a butterfly heart can,
Broken, sad and lonely
I know you were happy when I loved you,
But I only felt your absence,
How busy you were with the rest of the world,
All those prettier girls,
I wasn't mad when you kissed her.

I still feel you sometimes,
How safe I felt with you...
No one else has ever made me feel that way.
I feel your hands on top of mine,
The nights when I was big spoon,
And the nights when you were.

I wish you could have shown that you needed me,
Not just said it before running away again.
I wish I could have been better for you,
But in the end, I'm not programmesd to love,
I'm a butterfly heart running on cigarette smoke,
And you?
You're my last kiss with Venus.