I told you to forget his touch.
Don't you dare think about how his lips crashed into yours just like your hips once did.
Forget the scent of his cologne, the way it smelt pressed up to your nose as you slept with his shirts.
Throw away the memories of how he would wrap his arms behind you and swiftly kiss your neck as you giggled.
Just let go, it shouldn't be that hard
I told you to forget, but sometimes your body chooses to remember the things you once thought were beautiful.
