“I don’t wanna hurt him anymore, I don’t wanna take away his life... I don’t wanna be a murderer.” I lie on the crumpled bed sheet, alone. Naked. I close my eyes, tighten my fist, and try to stop the guilt from growing, from eating me up. It wasn’t the first time. I should have been accustomed to all of this by now, but no I’m not. I don’t think I ever will…yet I continue to do so, and yet I lie in his arms, and crave for him when he’s not around. The pictures appear in my mind. Flash backs. They always do after he leaves. And I always try to shut them from my mind. But it’s next to impossible. No, I don’t love him. I already have a lover, and he? He already has a family. It’s just the craving, the desperation, and the intense longing of being loved. He caresses me, he’s firm, strong, and I easily melt inside him. When he’s besides me, he is all I see. I don’t think about anything else. The world just seems beautiful when we lie next to each other, exhausted. And then, he leaves...
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Hey!! I haven't been to ur blog for a while so now I'm here and above!! whos in that picture?? I can' really see their face.
ReplyDeleteomg i <3 that poem!!!
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great poem, its really awesome!!! and that picture is seriously cool. and i also hope this computer starts working again, its irritating me :( so how've u been?
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