His love drips from my mouth; and seeps to another, a sour taste, like raspberries, because that\'s all I know. He leaves a mark on my easily bruised skin. 1 for every lie he\'s ever told me. And it goes for every sentence he\'s said;
\"When are we......?\" \"What if we........?\"
It\'s funny how his ego is bigger than his heart and head, but last time I checked he painted art for my name and who I come from.
He filled me up with the taste of strawberries,
that no longer have flavor. So it\'s no longer my favorite fruit. The taste of bitter sweetness; A watermelon; spews out \"I love you.\" And out of all the lies you told \"I love you.\" was my favorite.