You keep coming back to me,
Hands against bare skin, touching,
Flashing white teeth, smiling,
Chapped lips on soft ones, kissing.
My mind cries out in pain as my heart
rips slowly, rips carefully in its practiced way,
into pieces.
I love him. I do.
But he will never be you.
YOU ARE READING
Notes To You
PoésieWords that fill my brain, while I lie staring at a bright screen, with a red filled arrow beside your name.
