i still remember the kisses.
the mark you left in mine
the taste of my blood after you tried so hard to kiss my lips with pleasure you thought love...
or i guess, i thought to be of.
for being naive.
for thinking it is.
it's a shame.
as far as i remember
those memories makes me shiver
and want to let go of it
thus not romanticizing it
because it's a shame
to be reminded of such thing
i thought a definition of pure love
cause i was wrong
i was wrong.
