“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...
those last two lines... don't forget them! :*
ReplyDelete@ Rain Girl: I wont :) *Hugz*
ReplyDeletesmooth flow,
ReplyDeletenice poem!
Hope u have not only written the lines but.. u will follow them too..
ReplyDeleterocking!!...vac are really boring!!...
ReplyDeleteI have n regrets..:)
ReplyDeletePump it
Shake it..
Party time felaws..
Cheers
Nuts
p.s Let it flow..:)
Hold on to sweet memories... They are yours forever.
ReplyDeleteAnd move on...
take care
a saturday night post ;)
ReplyDeleteHi! How's my youngest blogger friend? Live life to the fullest. Live it right.
ReplyDelete~hugs~
Juhi,
ReplyDeleteYou write it,
I read it,
I love it,
Ask you to write more,
live it up as it is but one life,
so write more to let us enjoy more.
Take care
Awesome!
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