" you're love is ****, which is a legal, you're kisses are whiskey, but I'm not 21, you're hugs are the fast car feels, yet I can not drive. I did not listen to my mother whispering " he's bad news" you were wrapped tightly around my little ring finger, although you were all bad you were my high and drunken nights. I knew what I was doing was wrong but I felt so in love.
Now you're gone and it feels the same, honestly. You're love is like ****, it's burns my throat when I try to talk about you, it also makes me so very confused. You're kisses are whiskey, before it was fun now there is no urge for it. You're hugs probably still feel the same but I haven't seen you in weeks. Now months later I know longer just miss you, I miss us, and there for the feelings are there but you're not there to fill them no more"