Regret inches up my throat.
Guilt hugs me like the cold wind.
Why did I do that.
Why would I send him that.
Knowing everytime I thought about it,
I'd feel burdened and sick to the stomach.
Paranoia creeps in my mind like spiders.
An ounce of his potential presence would make my stomach eat itself from the inside out.
Knowing that he now had access to me,
wherever he went.
Just by the tap of his finger,
he could make me feel
useless.
helpless.
regret.
But sometimes I swallow the regret.
And sometimes I like to embrace the cold.
Because for those 13 minutes,
he made me feel beautiful in my bare skin.
