I was fucking you when I was with someone.
I was fucking you when I was with the next one.
I was fucking you even though we both knew that it was immoral and a sin.
We made out in dirty public restrooms, taxis, random rooftops and poorly lit roads that led to nowhere.
We shared secrets that you have taken with you to your grave.
I don't miss you because I miss you.
I only think of you because I know that I can never have you again..