i hope you still taste like my name
when the next man kisses you
that he hears it echo down his throat
and crawl across his skin
i hope he knows that you were mine
that you had forevers on your lips
that were only meant for me
i hope he feels small, mismatched
when he takes hold of your hand
that his fingers never fill the void
my own have left behind
and when he lays by your side
and whispers that he loves you
i hope my voice echoes back louder
through all the canyons
i spent nights
and mornings
carving in your sheets.
-tyler kent white
I hope her hand breaks when you hold itand I hope she's allergic to your kiss.
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