the March air was cold as
the rain washed away the sins
we committed in the corner of your bed.
hungry mouths met desperate for satisfaction,
desperate for the sanctuary the other provided.
between crushed lips,
your drunken tongue would
form the words to your favorite songs,
the ones that reminded you of me,
confessions of heartbreak that
spanned across the years.
honey colored eyes searched
my face for a sign that
this time would be different,
and your hands gripped my wrists
like ironclad handcuffs above my head,
like you could prevent my escape this time.
my heart was racing for the door but
you held me there as you
pressed yourself into me,
and my mind screamed for you to stop
but my mouth begged you for more.
when it was over,
you cupped my chin in your hand and
pressed your lips to my ear,
asking if i would stay for the night
but i knew you wanted more.
but all i could give you was a smile
and a promise, "next time."
i haven't seen you since.