Freeing Touch
You lay your head on my lap, wrapping your arms around my legs. I run my fingers through your hair, I know how you enjoy it when I do this.
Yet that feeling isn’t there, that warm fluttery feeling of being at peace when I’m with you. That feeling that makes everyone that has ever fallen in love stop and think ‘ah, yes. This is it, this is everything I need’
I run my fingers through your hair and all I can think about is that void in my chest. That empty crevice that was once wholly yours, back before you tore me to pieces.
As your arm gripped tighter on my thigh, all I could think about was the lack of heat I felt between them. Your touch no longer igniting sparks beneath my skin.
And as I gazed down at your face, all I could think about was how right at that very moment I would rather be at home enjoying my own company.
Its freeing, knowing you don’t have control over my heart anymore. But its also kind of sad knowing what we had is gone, that I am finally letting go of the fragments you had left me. It’s sad to think that this is the end of it, knowing we don’t have a future.
And yet it’s so damn freeing
