your manipulative touch still lingers
and I’d set fire to myself to detach it
it’s amazing how many “I love you”s were spilled on your bed
and how many girls laid there to soak them up
it makes me wonder if you whimpered the words accidentally
or if you held their bodies emotionless
I don’t know if their sweat meant more than my tears
or if their fingernails dug deeper into your back
but all I know is that every once in awhile you come to mind
and leave me wondering if we were worth the years wasted
or if we were simply brought together to move on to other people?
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