Waking up with this bitter taste in my mouth.. Like a venom's sting before I can think of this day the image of him appears As it does most days... everyday. Asking the heavens if there is a memory that he has not tainted with his poison? To think this whole time I never had him. All I had was a pseudo hold on the idea he needed me... His late night calls, the days where he reminds me I'm hanging on his chains... He text me to tell me she's gone.. "I'm single" A single phrase. "Why me?" I ask myself. My resolve says he's finally ready to give me a chance... But the question is wrong, And in fact that is where the truth lies. for it is not myself whom he seeks but all others whom may help not to feel alone empty... Whom else believes he is longing for them? What other souls seek solace in his grip? I can not be the only one who dreams of his Hands around their neck who yearns for his humiliation who has sworn to be forever a pawn on his chess board. ... it is incredible how the mind works. I woke up with a bitter taste in my mouth. The venom stings his image appears.