The worst part is knowing i left bits of me inside of you and you left bits of you inside of me. While i smile, embracing mine. You share yours with someone who will in turn begin to know me through you.. ultimately you and i became one yet i feel as though my privacy is being invaded. Invaded because i know, i know.. infact i know that you know who you are has a large esscense of me. I feel exposed.. but more than that i feel dirty. while you kiss them.. the form in which my lips were once linked to yours.. still carry the way my lips taught yours to submit to just mine. The way your hands only knew to trace my curves. My jokes, my humour, my sarcasm my character.. is what you knew for a significant time in your life. Cant help but feel as if i am being used. How do you have that power? How do you do it? conscious or not you have the best of both worlds in every sense. My heart wasnt enough? Who we were is theres,too? I don’t think you know the feel of this ache that runs through my body every time, someone else has the privilege of knowing and experiencing what we built in eachother for years. The worst part is knowing i left bits of me inside of you and you left bits of you inside of me… bits that were only meant for you and me.