buried you deep where surface-level lies could hide you
I wanted you needed you lost you wanted you more wanted you deeper felt you wanted you sorely needy I craved you felt your lips down my back 'tween my legs on my soul breathing into me your spirit your charm your wit your laughter
I'll never forget your voice the soothing grace of how you felt beneath me in our dreams in our living nightmare of being alone wanting lying falling asleep in the arms of the ghosts we've made of each other...
I wrote this, thinking of someone who I am unsure whether I drove her off, let her go, or missed her coming toward me.
It hurts, thinking of the possibilities. By how this poem came ready to speak its truth, I know she was special. I just don't know if she was real...