Did I anger you again?
The word again tastes like sour milk. It burns my tongue and renders me speechless
knowing I've repeated this foul action makes me sick
I don't mean it I really don't mean to
I just get clingy because no one has loved me like you have
When you say a word and it comes out of your beautiful mouth it sounds like a melody created by God himself and I don't even believe in God
When you say I love you you don't know how much it makes my heart flutter to the point of bursting
when I touch you I feel so much warmth.
More than you would ever imagine.
When I say your name it tastes like sugar.
But yet I write this for no reason, as I have angered you.
No more beautiful melodies, My heart does not beat let alone flutter, I don't feel warmth only the unforgiving cold, and no longer do I taste sugar on my tongue, *only sour milk