Small hairs sprinkle his hand His touch is wet and uncomfortable He smells of musk and ash He's nervous
I try to contain myself from leaving My minds fall back to you It's like I'm sick I gag on his smell
It's not one I know Not one I want to taste
I hate you Yet I come back To your memory Your sound
Is reminisced in my ears You thwack and bang Against my heart Begging to be let out
I throw up on my words They're like metal Swishing and swallowing My desire to let go
I end my meeting. Leaving to my unwashed sheets They outline the disgusting yearning Of my body
A flash of light illuminates my face Your picture Your long hair.. and hairless arms.. I turn it off.
I have a date tomorrow.
I wrote this poem because although I'm now in a relationship. A happy one at that, I find myself reminiscing on things I shouldn't. There's always a pang of guilt that comes with such memories. Anyway, sorry for all the word *****. Let me hear your thoughts. And have a good day :)