we were toxic clinging to each other leeches who believed they were in love our virgin flesh bloodied our minds spoiled milk spilled on the kitchen floor the one we used to dance upon where you’d stumble over my toes and make me want to stay it wasn’t always bad and these are the moments when i think i miss you when i reach for the phone almost out of habit but don’t and i don’t miss the way you tried to love me screams tears and apologies but i miss being someone’s something and sometimes i wish i could still be yours