ralphcastner:

I can hardly remember, just the smell of your hands 
as they danced on my body, running over my pores 
with the force of steering wheel crushing my bones 
I said you smell like the devil but you feel like the lord 
and when I think of perfection, you know I’m thinking of your 
voice when you tell me you dont call him your baby 
because that was the name that you rightfully gave me 
and its foolish to share with someone else 
and my heart goes bum bum bum bum bum