You get thought of everyday.
And as I scroll through our messages I realize all the **** we have been through
But it only goes back so far.
For in april when you said to forget about you...
I made the attempt to do so.
I erased you from my life.
I erased the messages.
I erased your number.

...
I didn't know that that wouldn't be the last time your number would be in my phone.
I didn't know we would share the night with eachother months after that.
I didn't know your fingers would please my womanhood for the hundredth time.
I didn't know our tongues would dance together for the thousandth time.
I didn't know our bodies would interlock for the millionth time.
I thought we were over...
But we weren't.  and im not really sure who's fault that is.
Who is to blame for this continued affair?
Is it the one in lust or the one in love?