Familiarity

He calls me up again and I already know the purpose of this call, seemingly unexpected but I totally predicted it.
He’s in my ear whispering soft, pillowy words, dripping with honey and to me, it all feels all too familiar, kind of like I’ve heard it all before.
I know every word, every phrase, and every dark intention.
He does this to me all the time, he says I’m his little marionette; this floral confession hits harder than a ton of bricks.
I’m here again, lying beside him, his fingers follow a trail up and down my arm, his other arm lies beneath my neck.
His calming ritual, this dance seeming all too familiar
His scent is still the same, a heady brew which brings back all too familiar feelings.
His lips follows a trail up my neck, my chin, captivates my mouth, and we dance this dance, the one we have created.
We pick up where we left off, almost like you were never gone for fourteen months.
You whisper how you’ve missed me and how I was all you thought of except when you were thinking of me.
I don’t want to believe you again, I’ve been here before; this love is fleeting, but my body betrays me and I reach for you.
Closure? I’m not sure. I’m not certain of a lot of things, but I do know I’ve missed you.

Poetry kisses