SHE {sequel to YOU}

eight

the ink in my skin feels a little heavy.

and my eyes are burning

as i spend the night reading old books,

trying to get her off her mind.

but i can't seem to stop picturing her baby blue eyes,

and her sweet skin that tastes like heaven.

what i would give to have her lips against mine again.

to make her sin and bite her tongue when i touch her.

but she's not mine.

she was never mine.