Friday, December 16, 2011

A Dirty Bad Habbit

I don't want you to touch me ever again
Or feel my body pressed against your skin
You don't deserve it
Nor have you earned it
Your memory is just a bitter taste
Left lingering sour in my mouth
A tainted lie weighing me down
Burrowing sickly to the core
And you're just a dirty bad habbit
One I am happy to have kicked
And the loss of you from my life
Is fine
Because the thought of you
Makes me sick

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