how dare you

how dare you steal these songs from me.

I shiver when I realise

I still can’t hear her voice

without thinking of your kiss.


by pain I feel when hearing


designed to seduce

and think of your hips and your hands on mine.

I hate you for stealing these songs from me;

how her words only make me smell your hair and taste your skin

and feel the white-hot burning

of your absence

at my neck.

May ’12


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