I can’t tell if it’s him in the night or if it’s you. Your presence is wanted but it’s still there. Tainted on my body, tainted on my heart. You promised forever and forever ended as fast as it began. You’ve moved on faster than I ever imagined, but I guess that happens when you’ve been cheating for the past 5 months. I’m not saying I’m the victim in this, I found ways to get the attention that you didn’t give me. But, now you are gone and something is still here. When I kiss him, I get worried he’ll still taste you. Fuck, because I still do.