When I walk in you're sometimes asleep and I always feel bad for waking you up because you sometimes jump and look around as if everything were too surreal to take in. Sometimes I get scared that you're going to freak out when I wake you up and I always prepare for the worst. But today you didn't jump like you normally do. You squinted real hard and then opened up one eye to look up at me, questioning why I was there before you close your eyes again and roll onto your side.
'I bought you some drinks,' I half smile and bend down to kiss your brow. I let my lips linger there for what seems like forever.
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I Was She
Poetry[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
