after you
I can't get your fucking taste out of my mouth
and you can't get mad at me for the ways I tried to
I kissed him and I kissed another
but I think they could tell I whispered your name into their mouths
I didn't understand it before
but it makes sense that they didn't give me
any warmth
You're in my fucking veins and everyone
that's felt my skin since you've touched it
can feel you too
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