My feet are stained with the dirt of the bedroom floors I dance across
My lips are chapped, peeling and healing from the wet kiss of my lover
Lovers I regret nothing
No one
Method acting in every new space
Like I’ve never given my heart away
Like I’m offering it up for him to take
Then I get dressed I look at him like I’ll never be the same
Because that is the case
The ghost of paramours haunt me
I’ll never be the same
And that I wouldn’t change
By Justina Clear | Find out more about her on Instagram and elsewhere on the interwebs !