Journal Entry #9
To lame to stand how I feel..
I press my lips to this glass filled with forget and I swallow deep.
Standing in nothing but a t-shirt, alone in this big empty apartment. I take solace in this glass to numb the pain within.
But as the music changes a song that reminds me of you starts playing.
How Ironic wouldnt you say...
I close my eyes tightly...
tense up..
try to fight it...
but before I know it my body is a slave to this beat and it makes my body come alive.
My hand grazes my bare thighs and I lose myself just briefly....
I pause, as I remember how good it felt when you touched me.
I remember the electricity and how you use to look at me.
God, the chemistry...
moments later your face appears so clear and perfect in my mind.
"Oh god, I hate this!" I think, as I press into the counter top behind me.
I try my hardest to stop thinking about you but memories of you are coming in waves and im being swept away.
I cant help but imagine what it felt like when youd slide your hands to wrap around me...
my god, the safest I ever felt.
I ache for you.
These memories are torment.
Tears stream down my flushed cheeks.
I bring my hand to my lips and I'm lost again.
I imagine bringing your lips to mine and how much of a rush it was each time.
You were intoxicating.
Kissing you was like a drug I could never kick.
Always wanting more.
Entangled in eachother.
Hold tight, each moment I did. Never wanting it to end.
Kissing in such synchronisation. Kissing you was nothing but second nature.
But I fight it, I try and shake it off.
shake you off.
my hips begin to sway falling slave again to our perfect song.
To the beat of my favorite song. The song about us.
I dont know how you do it.
I dont know how you forget such an addicting thing we had.
But you did and I'm lost with only memories now.
Memories I have to bury.
Because they give me so much pleasure but also so much pain.