Rough

I miss the touch. That rough touch. You always gave me more than I needed, and yet, I always wanted more. I wanted more from us! I wanted more than our bed. I pant and relive every inch of that bed. Rolling over, we would meet eye-to-eye. You grab the back of my neck. Pull … Continue reading Rough

Missing a dream

I don't miss you, I miss who I thought you were. I miss the dream... The daydreams of you holding me tight as I fall asleep in your arms. The romantic trips we never took. Your eyes burning with desire for me. The thoughts I had of us living happily-ever-after... Our wedding day... Date nights... … Continue reading Missing a dream

Almost. 

When your betrayal is quiet, the hurt is deeper. Not quiet as in "cannot hear" or "softly" but quiet as in silent, direct pain... sobering pain... absolute truth pain, designed to break me. You creep into my heart and steal it as you fade away. A distant thought as to how I could allow myself to … Continue reading Almost.