He was always in the back of my mind. Through all the problems he caused, I always felt the intensity of his presence. Every time I heard that song, I got stuck in a trance; reliving his deep, soothing voice singing into my ear while my eyes were stuck on his, and my heart clinging onto every lyric.
When he called me, something took over me to answer and the next thing I knew, I saw him on the other end of the screen. Of course I had missed him... HAD missed him...until my new man. But let's not lie, a huge part of me still craved him.
I would never just get over him. I knew that he was bad for me, because my heart always got wrecked and let down in the end, but I always let him come back. He was my poison hidden in the tongue of a 200 pound , 6 foot tall running back with hair curling like my toes when we're together.
His tattoos draped perfectly over his body like artwork hung in a beautiful museum. His "i love you" 's sweetly dripped off of his tongue and poisoned mine, but I didn't care. Because when we were together, all the bad went away and his body protected me from the world. The rum and tequila coated his lips, creating a barrier from his to mine. It tasted sweet, but bitter; a feeling I was used to.
It's been 8 months that we've been on snd off. Taking turns leading the gamed. As much as I hated it, maybe I really loved it. I've been with plenty others in between, but I always come back because the games gave me a thrill.
But its over. Soon. 2 months and he leaves to his dream college on a full-ride football scholarship. One more game, waiting to be played. He thinks it's his turn to lead, but im taking the reins. I'll make this one the best.
