Tuesday, 22 March 2016

Mr....

i shall pick myself up
i thought
stupid as i am
that i meant
maybe just a little
that over the months
no over many months
i had made you smile, laugh, cry...
with something other than hurt
with something like longing
like hope
like a hidden little secret
pushed far into your pocket
that
in quiet moments
of longing and lust
would be unwrapped
held up to the light
for closer inspection
the memories of touch
and sweat and breathlessness
would carry me in your heart
in moments of imagination
your muse
showing you
dreams and fantasies
you admired that
but
but
but
then you where gone
.
.
.

I always knew your secret.
I always knew your lies.
I accepted them.
But still it was never enough....was it?


No comments:

Post a Comment

Thank you for visiting....don't be shy...say hello!!