I'm sick of the feeling of your lips against my skin
The velvety feeling they once held is gone
What replaces it is far worse then the foul smell that emanates from the floor boards
Your lips on my neck feel as if you were chocking me instead of the whores you once loved
The smell is getting stronger.
The house once smelt like a field of roses
It once never had poisonous red stains on the floor boards
Your lips repel me.
Your touch that once ignited my skin and filled me full of passion now disgusts me.
You sensed this.
You knew this would happen.
Yet you still love me
And for that, I am forever grateful.
- casisnotonfire -
