Regrets

I feel sick to my stomach thinking of your hands running down my back

your fingers lingering along the most intimate lines in my body

your lips grazing parts of my body I had promised to no one

so willingly giving them to you

Why you

why someone who never wanted me

why someone who loved someone else, committed to someone else

there are so many reasons I had for falling for you

there were so many reasons I had that clearly mean nothing in the wake

but I did just that, I fell

and in the heartbreak I will surely feel, she will feel so much worse

The way your kisses tasted, ice water in my veins 

the subtle way your words made my smile soar now turn them sour

it had nothing to do with me, or who I was

you're a smooth talker and you talked me into so much

I feel sick to my stomach thinking about your smile on her lips

your hands on her back as you pull her into yourself once more

the way your touch ignites her like it ignited me

there is no question about how wrong I was, but who the fuck are you

and the thing is, only you can answer for yourself

I feel sick to my stomach, like you're sitting inside of me waiting

waiting for me to give myself to you over and over again

without reason or remorse I fuck with you like you were mine

you will never be mine

you were never mine

My stomach should purge myself of your poisons

but can it?