Fruits

Lost love

I can feel the wetness of my tears roll down my high cheek bones
Salty, not something I enjoy tasting, but the uncontrollable feeling that
Over whelms me today, will not allow me to stop crying.
"To find the average of these set of numbers, you must add and then
Divide by the amount of numbers given, "
I should be listening to Ms. Slater; she is over there going over our homework.
But in a daze I continue to think about it. Well about you.
About how it had to end and how I'll never get the chance to love you.
Well be in love with you, yea.
Or how I will see you in passing and remember how we use to lay in bed together.
The rubbing of our skins against each other, was so electrifying.
Soft, gentle kisses, the lingering of your tongue, on my neck, down my collarbone,
Around my peach sized breast, and around my harden n*****s.
Wetness, the moist feeling that I feel every time I see you.
The linky way that you stand with your chest pushed out.
Damn! The way that you speak with such confidence.
It did something for me, actually it did something to me.
I can hear him now, "Da Don, yea that's me respect, Da Don!"
Your voice, it plays around in my head.
Like your fingers, when you play your keyboard.
So talented, so blessed.
Yea, so blessed. I can never forget the moment when you made me …..
Naw, I shouldn't say it. It would probably make you think that I am insane.
And I know that I am not. I just know what I want, when I want it.
And that, I know that I want you, now!
It's just not the physical. It's more of the mental, something emotional,
It's a need to have you.
Small, dark brown and surrounded by whiteness.
Your eyes, deep! Compared to water it will drown you.
Like myself. Lost in this fantasy, that what happened, really didn't happened
And that those words that crept out those soft, pinkish lips, vanished.
"To turn a decimal into a percentage, you will need to move the decimal point two spaces
To the left."
A push into reality.
It did in fact, take place
That conversation, it ended, we ended
No more us, a subtraction problem, just Phil minus me...:

Reviews

[Adam Jordan Turner]

I really love this piece, very well done, I enjoy pieces where the author is vulnerable! I love the quotes of the teacher that randomly come in! Very nice write, it reminds me of a lot of a piece I wrote called "Since I'm Being Honest" as well as "My Favorite Part" you should see if you agree, welcome!

[mysticgmekeepr]

very good...I really enjoyed the way you just wrote that like a conversation you were having with yourself. Every girl, every woman can walk around in that poem and feel the river run and the memories of someone flood her flesh. Good job, and welcome to writers cafe