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My little sister,
she
kissed
someone today.

Six times.

And I
am crying,
dying,

and alone.
I want your warmth to fill me up to the brink of extinction
your heavy breathing down my neck
Bare chest heaving, in spirals of dreams I used to call fantasies
I want what I'm cursed to never grasp
Keep talking while I sink into my nightmares
Of never holding you
Never seeing that perfection you behold again
Just one more
Don't stop until you **** me in my sleep
Your semester's over
And you'll be back
And everyone will be seeing you
But me

But what else is new?
My life without you.

— The End —