Self taught

It caused me to get sick

The thought of losing the one man i thought i loved

I can remember the smell you'd leave on my sheets 

and the pain you'd leave in my head

Tasting what was our very last kiss 

truly blissful 

The snow doesn't remind me of you

but trees do 

Changing colors and shape 

to form most fitted for the season 

What is most fitting for you 

The thought of keeping the one man i thought i loved made me sick 

Having his smell stain my sheets 

and the pain he'd cause my stomach from every lie that dripped

down his tongue 

bounced off his teeth 

flew from his mouth 

and landed right on top of my chest

I was tired 

In the moment i had another mans lips against mine

a woman hands gliding through my hair 

I thought how lucky am i 

Two beautiful people trying to mend a wounded whore