{12:42 p.m.}
imagining the touch of his hands as the brush my face.
imagining the things we could do to each other.
we're like a hurricane.
we love each other one minute and the next he's screaming and i'm crying.
we're no good for each other.
i know it and so does he.
but that doesn't stop us.
some days it's just to hard to restrain myself.
so i crawl back to him forgetting the words he's said to me.
the fights we've had.
just to feel those same strong arms that are so familiar.
when will i learn?
is it when he's drawn the last straw and i'm left in the ditch because he found someone better?
or will it be when she speaks those words and he goes back and doesn't give it a second thought?
all i know is soon the hurricane will be over and we'll be nothing but the aftermath.
