I should have known
when I lost the taste of your lips,
and forgot the warmth of your caress,
that we were no longer in love.
…
The blissful days
of summer’s interlude
filled with memories
of laughter and sheer joy
seem almost like a distant memory.
…
If I were to pinch my skin now,
will I wake?
…
Your hateful face is blurry now
and the imprints of your hands
are finally fading.
…
I should have known
that when I was away from you,
I was the happiest I’ve ever been,
bingeing on your skin
and pleasure,
dizzy with rebellion and false maturity,
you were on of my biggest regrets.
But I’m glad that I met you.