He sometimes comes up in your stories too.
Fondly I think of him, but would he remember?
I certainly still do.
You act like he no longer exist.
I know better than that tall tale.
The one of you and him,
No longer seeing one another. There,
Among other things, is one pain.
The pain of the truth, and memories made.

I often blamed myself for tragedy.
You said not to worry.
But you also said he doesn't matter,
And that there is no hurry
To see the new.
You know, what that told me?
You weren't ready for rude,
Awkward battle between you and him.
You said you were, of course,
However, that's never how things end.

I have hope for the two of you yet.
It's said that you hate him.
You did drop a few threats,
One on me, in the beginning.
For that I don't know why.
Nonetheless, I also thank you even if someone else is winning.

You have become faded music,
Lost at the end of a memory.
You are an echo of joy,
Yet you bring a storm of grief on my heart.
You were my brother, my friend.
You gave me peace,
And even saved my life once upon a time.
But no longer.
We are shattered,
Destroyed beyond repair.
I no longer have time for regrets.
Like you, I am moving on.
I am creating a melody all my own,
Unstained by your hand.
The choices you made have caused pain.
They have desecrated my heart,
But I will heal and breathe again.
I will cleanse you from my mind.
I will erase you from my memory.
But every now and then,
I'll think back and hear it,
The faded music that reminds me,
Of you.

My whole body cries
Simply, for you to caress my cheek.
My skin is eager to feel the warmth on my neck,
Coming slowly from heated breath.
It makes my heart pitter patter,
Even more than now, faster and faster.
The thought of you, detoxifying my soul.

To be kissed
What a lovely thing it must be.
To have skin touch skin, briskly
In the gentle way, that soft tissues meet
That longing of cheek to cheek
Pressed against lips, not teeth.
Don't mind me. I'm just a girl,
One with lonely lips, awaiting,
Someone, to get a sweet kiss.
But she's now forgot, what touch
What it feels like. Skin to skin
When all warm and cosy,
Holding limb in limb.
She can't remember the long nights
The ones she stayed with him
When he held her tight
She can't remember his warmth
The heat he gave, that made all alright
But kept her calm and brave.

-Me: Friday, June 5th, 2015 (3:38am)