I can't stop thinking.
I can't stop thinking about you.
I can't stop thinking about
how you said I had pretty nails
when they weren't even painted,
how I wanted to but didn't get my nails painted
my favourite shade of red
because of your little drunk ass comment the other night,
how you've subtly left a trail of poison.
I can't stop thinking about
the way you told me you like my hair,
how it doesn't have any split ends.
I can't stop thinking about
your hand on my cheek
as you pulled me closer to you,
the little chill that danced up my spine
when you kissed me.
i can't stop thinking about
the view we saw when your arms were
wrapped around my waist.
I can't stop thinking
about the song that was playing
when your body was against mine.
I can't stop thinking
about how soft your lips felt
against my fingers,
the way your jawline felt in my hands,
I swear I remember the edges that I held on to.
I can't stop thinking about
the taste of vodka on your tongue,
I can still feel it writhing in my veins.
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I can't stop thinking about
the frantic butterflies I felt
in my throat when I told you
I was going to regret you in the morning.
I can't stop thinking about how much I actually don't regret it.
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