No pain can compare to losing my prettiest prize.
My hands still begging you to let them run down your torso.
I still remember what you taste like, every single drop of your purest essence.
I left my mark on your psyche, and you left yours on my chest.
You made me promises I still want you to fulfill.
I need those feelings you swore that I’d get.
I’m no fool, I’m no quitter.
There’s every part of you that still loves my soft lips and pretty eyes.
Down below my emotional oceanic messy state,
there lies a stupid girl who still wants to feel your body under mine.