He kisses me like my lips are coated with heroin,
he likes the way it taste,
but lives in fear of addiction.

He hugs me like hes afraid to break me,
like if he squeezes too hard,
my ribs will collapse in pain.

He likes my perfume,
vanilla and honey dew,
he says its something that would be sickly sweet on any other girl.

He plays with my hair,
running his fingers to where it kisses my waist,
where he kisses my waist.

He says my eyes are like blue chameleons,
hiding everything inside,
and he learned to see past it.


You kissed me like you were hungry,
and I was an all you could eat buffet.
You hugged me and twirled me,
but only in front of other girls.
I liked your cologne,
you bought me new perfume.
You told me to cut the length my hair,
and my waist.
You supported my colored contacts,
and never cared what I felt.

He loves me like hes afraid of me never being,
his.
You loved me like a child does his favorite toy,
like its only a part of you and you didn't want to share.
I love him like I can't imagine never having been,
his.
I loved you,
like I never should have.