i know i shouldn't desire
but i can't help but still crave
the sweetness of your lies
piercing straight through
the frailness of my heart,
the warmth and security
of being in your arms.

and that's a problem of mine
this i know too
to find pleasure in thought
rather than in what's true.

the hazel depths of your eyes
the feeling of your hand
around my thigh
the bruising reminder
that has haunted my dreams
and left me awakening
to the desolate reality
that you're not with me.

and sometimes i believe
that nothing will ever be the same
and perhaps that is so
but since i left it felt as though
our chapter had already been closed.