When the whispers of "I love you" just don't
taste the same,
will the unfamiliar marks memorializing her chewed-up nails be enough?
Was it even worth it to begin with?
And when it all begins to sink in,
will the same questions race through your mind?
The excitement of skin on skin was there
-at first.
And the sound of clashing hips made the spark,
but we both know the flame won't ignite
with the acidic way her name rolls off your lips.

You ruined this,
so don't you ever think otherwise.