Him and You

Must be nice.... that release you get so effortlessly with the simple sway of my hips, I wouldn't know because while you drift off to dream I lay awake wanting more....
More of you, Better then you, used to believe all men were the same.
But I was made to second guess that notion when my mind was fucked to silence by his words.
You were always silent, he never shushed, but I did....
I imagined the way his lips would feel pressed to mine, while your lips chapped and dried, mine were soaked in.knowledge that the knowledge of his existence changed the course of mine.
You left me weary, while he brought excitement to my life, a moment from brink of death with you to top of the world with him.
You never saw me, but somehow he did from the start, and I still see myself in your reflection haunting you while you dream.
But I sleep....
You couldn't hold my candle, it burned you and you allowed it fall to die out on the cold,damp, cement floor and as if that weren't enough...if watching my own fire die when entrusted to your hands wasn't hard enough to watch, the hardest part was allowing him to pick me back up, funny how easily he brought back the fire I lost in you.
You didn't care enough to try, but he did....so did I.