Tastes

I don’t remember how you taste

I rinsed my mouth with the tongues of to many men

But non of them taste as good as you

They taste like beer, cigarettes and weed

But mostly like the drinks on my tongue

It doesn’t taste like love

It’s more of a prize, like I’m proving I can do it

With you I was sober, and I didn’t have to earn it

It was love, it tasted like love

I don’t remember what love tastes like anymore