Use Me Tonight

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He sat

 

Arms splayed, hands making holes in the bed beside him

Head in his lap, eyes counting the threads in his jeans

His blood stained lips hung silently around her name

His ears replaying her screams, neglecting the doors creak

 

I sat

 

Taking the crushing weight of his broken hand into mine

Bringing his thumb to my lips, saying his name into his palm

Holding the steady drumming of his pulse to my ear

Letting his name take another fall from my open lips

 

He pushed

 

With every remaining ounce of his fading virility

A breaking whisper told me to leave him to himself

Ripping his hand from me, a shout to strengthen the whisper

His eyes blood shot and broken, negating his words

 

I pushed

 

With every ounce of love my breaking heart held for him

Stealing his hand into mine, to cradle it without resistance

Making my presence unequivocally evident to his eyes

Refusing to let him fall deeper into the hole he had begun to dig

 

He cried

 

Tears that made hell seem like a euphoric bliss

Forcing his hands through my hair to pull me closer

His lips making sobbing quivers against mine in silence

Letting his wall fall hard into my mouth; no less of a man

 

I cried

 

Pushing my hands against his shaking, bare chest; wet

His trembling lips desperately groping the dark for mine

His broken eyes watered with a touch of confusion

His lips beg me for just one night, just one more time

 

He said

 

He loved me as his fingers made it seem the undying truth

Removing the ties from my hair to tickle my chest lightly

As the clothes fell to the floor to mark the point of no return

He said her name into my lips as he moved into me

 

I said

 

I loved him too through the tears marking my face

I apologized to him in his ear as my voice broke

And in a room so silent, the noise was deafening

I said I loved him as he cried and screamed her name

Author's Note

Use me.

Reviews

[Jenny Nelson]

Well, can't say as I woud ever care to be used by anyone, not matter how much I cared for them, would be kind of a "mood killer," but this is an exotic piece. Definitely well written and wonderfully descriptive, conveying well an image and a feel. Great piece; well done!

[Crowley]

What can I say....you don't need a certain somebody anymore as far as writing goes...this was terrific. I liked.

[J.Black]

"I said I loved him as he cried and screamed her name"...

DAMN! This is amazing. So good,do you mind if I place it into my favourites? I think there's a point in time we all have felt this way. The feeling of being used. Ugh, I could elaborate on this so much but I just quickly caught a glimpse of it in the homes feed and there's so much I can be said (I will come back to edit it this!) ... As for now though, drawing out the lust that was once love is a great write. It may not be the girl he loves, but he wishes she was so. Great job!