if i let your lips wreck mine,  
would it have changed a thing in time?  
if nobody came to us,  
would you have acted like your eyes didn’t trust?  
or the way your hands traced my hips,  
like you were trying to remember what my skin felt like,  
and for a second, you’d remember this feeling for a while?  
i know you liked that red dress,  
stained with blood, a mess we left unsaid.  
if i followed you that night,  
would you have kissed me or let me tear you apart?  
every word you spoke felt like fire,  
and every stare you threw at me felt like desire.  
but you never looked back, not even for a while.