you gave me feast
then dwindle
down
down
down
until famine.
sitting in the discomfort that truth brings;
"what are you doing!?"
i ask myself, then leave...but the cycle repeats.
it was like you knew i was an addict
and I knew I was a fool.
chasing the high of connection but willing to accept your crumbs.
funny
i've been here before. i recognize this place.
i want you,
but not in the way that you are.
in the way that you made me feel that one time you ate me out until my mind experienced the bliss of nothingness.
in the way you looked at me after, as you gently ran your hand over my thighs.
in the way your hug goodbye lingered.
in the playfulness of it all.
i wove these moments into a blanket that i tried hiding in when you showed me your truth...but your scratches triggered wounds that run deep.
for only a moment, the lenses were tinted rose.
i knew it was never going to work out like i wanted it to but why did you show me a glimpse of your soul?
now it feels harder to let you go.











