I close my eyes and suddenly I'm laying in your bed looking into your eyes. I feel your hand on my waist looking into my eyes, and I feel your lips as you kiss me. Your beautiful brown eyes look so alive and then you pull me on top of you. I say I don't wanna go and you say I know cause you don't want me to. I open my eyes and I'm back in my bed but I just can't wrap my head around it all. So explain to me how this perfect night was ruined by the simple thought of your ex. Your ex whom I am nothing like, your ex who's eyes are ocean blue and mine are blue green like murky pond water, it couldn't have been our eyes. Her perfect lips that I think always have way to much lipstick, mine with cherry flavored chap stick, so how did kissing me remind you of her. Our bodies, now there's a similarity there. We're both skinny, most likely the same cup size, long legs. Maybe it was just our bodies you used mine to remind you of hers and you knew you were doing that. But you know what I think. I think you know that condom broke, and I think you know I'm late. I think you're scarred to death of if I send you more than streaks one of these days, and I probably will.
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Love or heartbreak? Really what's the difference?
RomanceI have never been in love but I've never felt closer to it than when I was sitting in the middle seat of your truck with your hand on my thigh.
