• shwords 9w

    I've been doing fine.
    To be honest I'm a mess.
    There's a small scar on my lip now where you
    used to bite and kiss.

    Do you regret those nights?
    What I really mean is miss.
    There's a soft spot on my pillow where you
    used to lay your head.

    I pray for you sometimes.
    Do you remember all our sins?
    There's still scratches on my bedpost where you
    used to lose your grip.

    Do we have to say goodbye?
    You know we'll never be just friends.
    There's a history between us that leads to
    bloodshot eyes and sex.