You've been lurking
in my thoughts all week
*(ever since that night
we spent in each other's arms)*
which has been made worse by the knowledge
that you haven't given any thought to me.
I had given up
on loving you
except now
the imprint of your arm across my chest
and the smell of your breath in my hair
linger on,
each memory a tendril
attached to my body
dragging me deeper into
the waters of the past.
That night we spent
together
*(as friends but bodies curled
against each other like lovers)*
has been following me around,
a second shadow
goading me
a dull reminder that
what mattered so much to me
*(that night together
your head against my back
your legs against mine)*
*(and all those other nights
flirtations conversations smiles whispered exchanges
promises)*
meant so little to you.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
You've been lurking
in my thoughts all week
*(ever since that night
we spent in each other's arms)*
which has been made worse by the knowledge
that you haven't given any thought to me.
I had given up
on loving you
except now
the imprint of your arm across my chest
and the smell of your breath in my hair
linger on,
each memory a tendril
attached to my body
dragging me deeper into
the waters of the past.
That night we spent
together
*(as friends but bodies curled
against each other like lovers)*
has been following me around,
a second shadow
goading me
a dull reminder that
what mattered so much to me
*(that night together
your head against my back
your legs against mine)*
*(and all those other nights
flirtations conversations smiles whispered exchanges
promises)*
meant so little to you.
