She felt whispered embraces,
Pooled hotly around her ear and she shivered,
Lips quivering into a shaky smile,
Eyes wet and watered from pent up sadness,
And bitter love tasting like sweet dark chocolate.

Soothing hands held her tight,
Pulled her up against a firm chest,
And she let herself fall to pieces,
Revealing her soft tender and red raw flesh underneath,
She was not brittle and strong on the inside,
But broken and deviously fake.

Sunlight, she begged, was warmer than the moon,
Which somehow didn't make sense,
It did not explain how she so warm when she ran in the starlight,
Skin tingled with icy winds,
Jumper pulled flat and taught around her body,
Eyes dry and itchy from the biting breeze.

Love trickled like gentle lapping waves against her chest,
Coiling her stomach in a vipers nest,
And she blushed a deep scarlet at those compliments,
Burning brightly like a sun that had not yet been quenched,
Hugging arms tight in reminiscence of gentle hugs,
Trailing fingers down her neck in soothing remembrance.

She wasn't alone always, she could now say, not always.