I’ve been shattered into a million little pieces,
which you’d think would end the pain
but they all just scream your name.
You leave me alone,
but you’re never gone
and I am so full.
You will never leave me again,
no, because your words reside,
and my memory, it creates an…
ever better feeling.
Mostly, of your fingers upon my lips,
and my lips upon your mouth,
but that’s a secret.
This is about whatever you want it to be, and I for the life of me wish I remembered what it meant. Drunken ramblings.