Arching against him,
I let him feel my skin.
I let him brand me with his touch,
and I loved it.

The taste of you remains on my lips.
Your broken promises still stain my skin.
At night
I look at them
and 
cry

"Teach me," She whispered against my lips.
And maybe she meant love.
Grand gestures of admiration and stories that end with happily ever after.
But I taught her how to hate instead.

Here is my head,
You can fill it with whatever you want.
Here are my hands,
You can hold them anytime you'd like.
Here are my lips,
You can kiss them whenever you want.
Here is my heart,
You can break it when you leave.

I stared at her.
And it felt like I couldn't feel my heart.
It felt like fireworks and trips to the aquarium. It tasted like popcorn and melted chocolate. It felt like all my favorite songs playing at once.
It smelled like smoke and dust.
It was overwhelmingly perfect