I remember breath into neck,
Hair pulled in heated moment, of hand over mouth and taste of your skin.
Of being all curled round, sweat and sticking and feeling you in.
Of running hands over painted skin.

I dont miss you, but I do miss him.
You were the replacement,
my time I needed to fill in.
You suited me then, my tastes all off kilter.
Wishing for more, but wanting even less.

Heart in a box, I gazed into your face.
Into your eyes.
I see what reflected back at me?
The same need,
the same ache as me.
The same emptiness reflected back.
The same silent plea.
I dont love you, just as you never loved me.