Sometimes ***** tastes like you. Like having *** on the bathroom counter. Like pizza movie nights. Like getting high on the roof while reading poetry. Like eating you out in the back of that church. Like crashing that car in the field behind your house. Like playing the guitar on your back porch. Like the sound your horrid contagious laughter. Like drawing hearts on each other's backs with crayola markers. Like your tongue after the first cigarette. Like you and me. Like you. Like us. Like you.
Like you before those pills and those blades took you away. Now like me. I always taste like *****.