Everything else, but that..
He had my love on his shirt.
I had his everything else but that on mine.
I could taste him anytime I wanted to.
It would take away the pain.
But if I close my eyes, I’d wake up and still be here.
With his everything else but that on my shirt.
It was a sick passion. The kind of passion that hurts.
Like an addiction you can’t shake, he was my addiction.
I knew everything about him that I would never know.
He had my love on his shirt.
I had his everything else but that on mine.
When I looked at him, he would look right through me.
I guess it doesn’t matter when two bodies intertwine.
I hated myself for going back.
He was my forever high.
But I wanted HIS love on MY shirt.
I was numb from his everything else.
(2011)
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