
I love the way you pulled my hair hard, but soft all at the same time I wonder if my name slips from your lips when you yell at her knowing that mine is the sweetest taste in your mouth while I know hers is the bitter regret. my tiny body fit so well beneath you while hers buries you Do you wake in a cold sweat wondering who lays beside you this unfamiliar, lump beside you. not the soft fragile me that spent 1825 nights next to you are her lips as soft as mine as they kiss you in all the wrong places?