I. Let's start by not calling it love.
II. Your scent still stinks in my skin and you smell like pot and nicotine. You left a trail on my hair so you can find me anywhere.
III. When I close my eyes I could still feel your hands tracing the weakest parts of me. And the warmth of your palm easing the ache of my misery.
IV. I knew that our fire won't last long but the fact that I have enjoyed the sparks when we ignited was enough for me so I chose to burn with you.
V. And my bones blaze along with your sighs and conflagrate my soul with your breathing.
VI. Your heat almost felt like love.
VII. I know how good you are in turning memories into ashes but ours was crimated beautifully.
VIII. I like staring at you while you're sleeping and imagining the scene of how you would leave me one day. Because I could see it coming. I don't know how soon but it will come anyway.
IX. Us- A short-lived flame that burned everything.
X. Let's stop by not calling it love.