Scorned Lover(s)

I hope when you're fucking her, it's me that you feel

I hope the scent of my body overpowers hers

I smile because the taste of her lips could never match mine

She doesn't scream as loud

Or bite as softly
I know you still call out my name in your mind

I wonder if she knows you like being kissed behind your earlobe

When she looks in your eyes 

I hope your love doesn't intensify

For you and I have had something that couldn't be replaced

You leaving me was a mistake

You see, you'll find out when you're fucking her, not me