You ever felt love before?
It’s not butterflies. It isn’t a rush of blood; it’s nothin’ like that.
It’s more like… a knife. A knife you can feel slipping into you, but instead of pulling it out, you let it sit, and bleed.
Leave me again.
Make him taste your lips, the same ones I kissed, just like we did.
Make him sing all the songs I wrote for you, just like I did.
Make him put his hands on your hips, and dance, just like we did.
Leave me for him.
Does he hold and caress you the way that I did?
Does he dry off your tears the way that I did?
Does he make you laugh the way that I did?
Leave me again.
Make him cry, and gut his heart out, just like you did with me.
Make him beg for you to come back, just like you did with me.
Make him write his words, with your love in every letter, just like you did with me.
Leave me alone.
Do you still remember, all the things that we did?
Do you still think love is real, when he drained you to the very last bit?
Do you still miss his hands, his smile, and the taste of his lips?
Do you still miss the way we that we loved, the way that we kissed?
Do you still think I need you, even after all this shit?