How could you?
The worst part of
The past I wished I never lived.
In all those hours, minutes, seconds,
I’ve ever spent,
Just fantasizing about the way your breath felt against my cheek
And your hands tracing my body lines,
Tingling, and sparking a part of my mind I wouldn’t dare to explore.
Yet here you stand infront of me,
With no recognition of the beat you gave me,
And your actions telling me a tale,
Of you never really knowing the way you made me feel.