I can still taste your tongue and sperm in my mouth. The lingering touches of your hands, that make my body shiver. The smell of your sweat on my skin and clothes. The wetness of my tears. Throat dry from muffled screaming.
No matter how many times I puke, it's still there. The imprint you left forever on my body.
You told me to forget. But how can I? It was just a quick dead fuck for you. But I just can't see it like this. Still to emotionally vulnerable.
I hate you. I shouted this to your face countless times tonight, but this is not enough. I HATE YOU!
Just die...