my eyes are swollen as i stare at the clock
2:17am,  it reads
tick tock
tick tock
the salty tears don't stop emerging,
dripping down my pale, cold cheeks,
the same ones you used to kiss every night before bed.

i always knew i'd never remember
the way your lips tasted;
a little fruit punch and sweat here and there
the way you smelled;
calvin klein one, just a dash of it
the way you felt against me;
pure ecstasy.

s.b.//