These Feelings

The feeling of your lips, gently pressing mine. So soft, so perfect, this feeling could never die.

The feeling of our bodies, slowly becoming one. And sweat is falling down my face, it's hotter than the sun.

The feeling of your love pouring out to me. Why don't you remember this? How can you not see?

The feeling of your hatred, stepping on my heart. I can truly feel you here tearing it apart.

The feeling now of emptiness, that's all I seem to know. But someday you, too, will get hurt, and you will feel this low.

I hope someday you realize how beautiful I am. And know that for those feelings, you really DO give a da**.