i don't miss her...
i don't miss her flowing eyes, and how it searched my face giving no indication of her inner self. I despise the way it drove my mind into blind frustration. curiosity and obsession over unlocking the deep secrets buried deep inside her mind consumed me in the late hours of the nights.
i cloud my thoughts with anything to distract myself from her. Her hair ; a water fall of tumbling silk, a perfect mess of shades. my eyes always floating toward it as it twisted and curled in rhythm with your movements ; memories of mesmerisation as i stared at the gold strands that where illuminated by rays of sun. hair a glowing halo framing her delicate face.
her delicate lashes ,usually inked with thick blackness, haunts my mind. i remember the way she used to exaggerate her blinks tragically slow because she knew it create a ache within my heart and bend my will. It always did.
i regret how I fell, fell deep into her acts, forest eyes and the way her lips formed her words.
My finger tips remember the feathery, soft touch of your skin as i lazily grazed your freckled skin.
I'll never forget the day the words left your mouth, words that were weaved with cruel lies but i was a fool. a fool only for you. i let my weak mind be misguided by your promise. that day we lay clumsily exploring each other, venturing into the void of tangled minds. I felt apart of you, sensed our bodies and emotions entwined.
but it was all a game to you, I can see that now as I replay your words and the look in your eyes. the way your eyes diverted from mine seeming to be distracted by the simplest thing : but never by me. You didn't love me.
You never did.
And one day I realised this.....
