With the scent of your feelings for me on my stomach, crawling about it, making me piug. I rejects you that much that no part of me can stand you close; not even my body, the same that you once tempted to sin.
You will learn to live with the choices you make. When the time comes, no just a tear you will shed for me, but your scar will be tattoed in your forhead so you will never forget it again, as a curse. Meannwhile, I will be the one missing your words. Even so, I will be sure of one single thing. You will be the one who misses the most.
This is not the first time that my mind brings you to my world, but i hope it will be the last. Not as a punishment, but as result of me getting over YOU.
