Everytime I looked at her my head filled with pictures of you.
Her skin didn’t feel as soft as you.
Her laugh didnt inspire me to laugh as well.
I couldn’t talk to her as I did you.
She would never hold the same traditions or morals as you.
She would never feel the passion that I felt coming from you.
She would never call me a goddess.
I didn’t like the way she touched me.
And her kiss didn’t make my head spin like yours did.
You’ve ruined me for anyone else.