Watch me; take the shirt off my back slowly in hopes your eyes would light up in a fashion I have never seen before. But you don't and it's as if you're somewhere else anywhere else.
Watch me; run my fingers through your hair, past your ear and right down your chest just the way you like it. I can tell in your eyes you're still lonely.
Watch me; pull you closer than I have anyone else before. Skin to skin I let you in. You never intended to let me in.
Watch me; Hold you when you're sad when you're mad when you just want to be fucking held. I had every intention of staying, every intention of making you happy.
Watch me; walk away at 3 am, holding the only things that really belong to me none of them including you. that's exactly how you wanted it to be.
Watch me; Walk of shame because we all know what I was. We all knew it was never going to be me.
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The longing for you, The ending of us.
PoetryThe longing for you, The ending of us is a collection of poems, letters, excerpts from stages of my life and relationships. With this I hope to show that no matter what you are going through at the time you are not alone. No matter how alone you fee...
