his lips tasted like coffee beans and tobacco, i don't know if i like the taste but if it's his, then i'll love it for days on end. kissing him is like drinking coffee, i love both.
we would run down the halls playing tag in the first hotel i got before they turned to motels. little did i know the game of tag, we've always played. i was always it, and i was always trying to catch him.
the only difference was, during the game while running around down halls, he was chasing me. and i loved how he was so desperate to get his hands on me as if i was prey and he was the predator wanting his food. he wanted me relentlessly and violently.
then he would peck my lips and run before i could catch him, and it would repeat. if only i knew that this would turn into a vicious cycle of kissing each other's lips and then running for the other to catch us. we loved the chase, but hated being caught.
he lived for rock n' roll, and ****, he was the human embodiment of a rockstar. the voice, the hair, the makeup. everything.
he told me that when he makes it big, he'd come back for me and he'd give me everything i ever dreamed of and i just had to say the words.
but let me tell you something about myself i could never take what is given to me yet i give and give and people just take i could never understand how they can take what's given them so effortlessly without feeling guilty
when he did his first sold out show, i was the first one he called to scream and exclaim about the exciting news.
“we're finally making it, baby!”
but let me tell you something about him he was the one to always get lost in his head almost as if he was stuck in his brain and he only truly cared about himself and what he can easily gain
so it was no surprise that he started to distance himself from the girl he said he would marry when he got more fame and started making a fan base
i spent my nights on ***** bathroom floors behind a door, while he spent his nights on a stage or with a ******* his lap exchanging oxygen
i would pray he'd see my broken heart and would give me another night or give me another chance
but right now he doesn't even give me a second glance.