I can still feel the numbness entering my bloodstream,
And my stomach wringing once reality’s claws ripped into me.  
My chest flooded with an emptiness I’d hoped to never come to know,
An emptiness as heavy as the heavens right before a storm.
Resistance would be futile, so I began to let myself drift,
Hoping that by doing so I would somehow cease to exist.
I wanted to scream and shout, but only silence rung in my ears.
Waves of loneliness crashed over me as you confirmed my deepest fear.

Hook, line, and sinker, I fell for your sweet deceit.
I should have recognized the changes, so subtle and discrete.
You can love someone deeply,
You can trust someone implicitly,
but truly knowing them is never a guarantee.

My soft moans are the lullabies that put your inhibitions to bed,
And awaken the thoughts that awaken your head.
Our bodies speak stories a thousand years old
Of lovers speaking with tongues without control
Of beginnings enticing enough to lead us to sin
Of endings explosive enough to make us begin again.