I remember him yanking the sheets away from me And how the cold hit my skin Stung Drawing my knees up to cover my nakedness Clutching them to my chest to hide Totally exposed against my will Seeing something like repulsion in his eyes only different.. more empty While I cried and begged for the covers back For a very long time while he laughed Before balling up the sheet and slinging it at my face And then saying, "put some ******* clothes on, *****." Then he left the room. This from someone I loved, who used to love me. From someone who became a stranger. Almost overnight. And that's how one chooses not to love again.