his lips are like lemonade on a hot summer day
so sweet, so quenching

his touch sends electric shocks through my brain
his breath on my neck,
his hand on my waist

he is my life,

i come home to a house,
full of lost memories and thoughts
tears and bloodshed

i think to myself
how i came to be in this world
of hatred

all alone
so alone
cry myself to sleep