so it goes.

I was content.

I was f*****g content until you came.

I could sit there for hours and mindlessly stream bad TV shows or go for a bike ride or listen to music or do my f*****g dishes and you weren’t always there.

Lurking

Waiting

In shadows some how full of empty filth.

 

I didn’t constantly replay f*****g scenes of our whatever in my mind,

Searching for how I went wrong

What I could have done

What I should have said

How I should have touched you, smiled, looked at you

If I just did that one different thing, I could have made you mine.

 

But we both know I couldn’t have. None of it would have mattered.

You were only everthe smell on my sheets in the morning and a smart comment when you passed by

Gentle stroking my lower back.

I know too well the sweet pain of your pressing fingers.

 

I wish the whispers of your voice would leave my ear

Just like you left me on cold, winter mornings.

Alone and starved.

 

I have no memories of such a draining ache for love like the ones you gave me.

I feel it in the pores of my skin.

A burning you can’t see.

Unlike the sweat dripping off of you in my bedroom.

In my arms.

On my lips.

 

You are passion and you are hatred.

You are selfish and unkind.

You are dirty and you are restless.

You are haunting my f*****g mind. 

Reviews

[Alicia Wilson]

This is a beautiful piece, it has so much anger and passion, it really jumps out at the reader and makes them feel the emotion, Nice job!

[lisbeth]

thank you so much!

[Alicia Wilson]

You're welcome :)