I still feel his lips on mine.
so soft, so gentle
I still taste his tongue.
he's such a good kisser
I still hear his whispers.
I love you. You're so pretty
I still see his beautiful eyes.
brown eyes are my favorite now
I still smell his scent.
weed, cigarettes, and cologne are suprisingly a good mix.
But what really haunts me are his lies, because it reminds me of how fucking stupid I was to ever believe them.
