Never Do. Poem by Dislocated Heart

Taste the whispers of his breath,
as the mind concave into your thoughts,
the touch of another,
will do only the greatest justice,
by not a lover,
but a man with no intentions of loving you longer.

Had love turned into this?
as I kiss another,
thoughts of you resurface,
she touches my arm as I think of your lips.
She hugs me close,
while I think of all the 'what if's'
all the moments revealing where my heart should surely be.
tis the heart that has chosen for me.

I stood alone,
with a sweet approach..
she took me to a place of unknown.
there she striped me of all my scars..
as I made her blush..
she found new love.
and I stood.. missing all the things she could never do.