His soft lips pressed against mine as his strong hands gripped onto my hips.
His hands erased the finger prints you left on my body as he started to feel me.
Your scent was forgotten by my memory as his gathered around me, engulfing me in the intense, manly smell.
My thoughts of you vanished as my mind was flooded with memories of him.
My only focus was him and his body.
His lips.
His hands.
His everything.
He felt so good.
Better than you ever could.
His lust pulled me from your games.
You thought you were in control.
You thought you would win.
But you were wrong.
You lost the game.
And you lost me too.

"tell me another lie," I said.

"i love you," he replied.

I miss you..**
Every little vulnerable fragile inch of me
miss you..

My gaze upon the moon,
hoping for that you look at it as well
so I can feel closer to you again.

An innocent little tear,
gathering in my eye.
Slowly falls,
leaving even more space
for me to miss you in..

My heart aches, cribbles in sorrow.
Words cannot describe how much
I possibly miss you..

Waking up is literally the worst part of my day.
You’re all through my dreams every night,
what should have been and could have been, what was.
I get to kiss your precious lips and be held by you and told ‘hey, it was all just a nasty dream I’m still here, I’m still with you and I love you’ But that is the nasty dream because you’re not still here
you’re not still with me
and you don’t love me
and that is still breaking my heart every single day.
I hate waking up.
Today I woke up to a message saying ‘baby come back, you can blame it all on me’ and I remember from June 2013 to November 2014 that was the one thing that you consistently done, was sing that stupid song in that high pitched annoying tone that I loved and it broke my heart even more.
I don’t really know why I’m so sad over you today but I am and I can’t cope today is a bad day. I’m sick of dreaming of all the things that made me happy, you. And waking up to ******* nothing. Please just come home. I love you so much.
(j.a)