i can still feel your hand on my neck.
sometimes i see through my hair and remember the way youd push it away for me.
i still smell your cologne as if we were fresh in my air passage way, filling my lungs.
i can still taste your mouth, remembering the way i would bite your bottom lip
as you gasped for air.
i can hear your voice faintly still whispering in my ear
trying to torture me
"you're still in love with me"
