What fucking sucks is when you get that best taste of sweet sensation of happiness. It fucking sucks because it's all what your body desires, what it suspects. Your first love is that bitter-sweet taste. It's a taste no one could replace. It fucking sucks because after your face fades away the taste of you lingers onto my tongue. When people kiss me they could taste your lips against mine. I believe it's never true love when the moments we shared together are the moments I do not experience with someone else. I pound against my chest to force a laughter out, because the laughter that i persevered for you will sound the same. The song that reminds me of you will constantly smother against my mind. I can’t breath when I’m around drugs because it reminded me of how you were an addiction to me. I would leave bruises upon my eyes because whenever I looked at a person I’ll see a face of you and I couldn’t bare it.