calls me up again and I already know the purpose
of this call, seemingly unexpected but I totally
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
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
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.