I missed
I kissed
I thought I understood
I thought I loved
I can never be too sure now
Every memory of your sweet tasting lips
Is now covered in blood
I missed
I left first
I was scared
You lit a passion into me that has only been seen once before
So, instead of you repeating those steps
I left
I kissed
I tasted your sweet lips
Licked your cum off of my own lips
With each contact made
It only fueled the part of me I was scared of
With each taste
I could only remember one thing
I thought I understood
We both had problems
We tried to put them together
And figure out methods of love
It became an unkempt mess
As we tried to figure out how to work with each other
I thought I loved
I can never be too sure
However, all kinds of passions only mean one thing to me
Fear remained
No matter how passionately I hated it
Being forgotten
Only makes one mad
Trust me
I learn from experience
