Your lips killed me, like the touch of your skin they thrilled me. They kissed me, scold me, taught me, and most of all loved me. Your lips...oh how they are engraved in my mind, as I play back all those times your lips killed. Every time they touched mine it was like I drowned in a sea of ecstasy. The minute you pull away, you sucked me back into bitter reality. Your lips killed me with, every word rolling off your tongue, they stung me. Like a bumblebee in a rage, it felt like stingers in my lungs. Barely able to breathe, craving the taste of sweet oxygen...your lips killed me.

They say the mind plays back what the heart doesn't forget: so each time I lay my head to rest I play back what it feels like to lay my head across your chest till the moment I feel your lips touch my forehead. I open my eyes and remember, your lips killed me that night.

It's actually a new year and you're not here. Last year I had hopes of bringing in this year with you, loving you and more. But no, like last year I'm alone again and what's worse is that you've moved on so quickly I can't even fathom how you were ever genuine when you said you loved me...