I find it hard to wash the taste of you out of my mouth
I struggle to keep that forever feeling of your hands
clenched into my hair.
I go through phases
of wanting your fingerprints consuming every inch of me
& senselessly scrubbing them off my body.
Watching as it all washes away into the drain below me
These thoughts
These feelings
A temporary fix
& yet to this day I am sorry most of all,
that you won't choose me.
Oct 24, 2020
Oct 24, 2020 at 2:18 PM UTC
I find it hard to wash the taste of you out of my mouth
I struggle to keep that forever feeling of your hands
clenched into my hair.
I go through phases
of wanting your fingerprints consuming every inch of me
& senselessly scrubbing them off my body.
Watching as it all washes away into the drain below me
These thoughts
These feelings
A temporary fix
& yet to this day I am sorry most of all,
that you won't choose me.