Surcease to Cease
Only by a hair, but I am alive. It might stay that way for awhile, yet I am slowly dying again. Slowly dying for your warmth against me and your hands against my hips. Slowly dying to put more scratch marks on your back and feel every muscle I already know like the marks in my palm. I need you to put me back under your spell, back under your sheets and back under your body. I need to have the sweep of your hands through my hair, the tingly feeling you could always give me that no one else could. What went so wrong for you to be gone? I miss you, but thats just a feeling. I’ll learn to live with, because I will never feel your weight on mine again and I will never feel your hands stroke through my hair. Which means we spent months learning each others anatomy, just to sever each others hearts into pieces onto a rug that wont be taken out for years. And once that rug gets pulled back out and the splinters mend back together; we will be ready to break each others hearts all over again.