December 18, 2016

Trying to stay a-float while the memories drown the possibility of new beginnings.
It's the middle of December now
As we sit in silence, the sound of your car signal remind us we are both still here
You noticed a bruise of the night that changed my insides for you
Staring at each other in the eyes , I could tell they yearn to speak guilt and regret
My refusal to acknowledge hurt
"Tell me how did you get that,what happen"
The refusal to speak on my feelings
"however that happen I'm sorry I love you"
Then you proceed to slide two fingers into my inside
Pressing hard, I moan
Interlocked in lust, you bite you kiss
Hoping with sex we can forget this
My head pressed against her wall
Trying to forgive the time it was her fist