There is something freeing
And utterly disturbing when you become disillusioned
The way you shivered under my touch
That feeling of power and complete lust
Dangerous
How dangerous we were
To blur lines so casually
As if consequence were a mere myth
But lovely,
It was lovely
To recall the familiar scent of you
God,
It seemed so human
The way you held me, close,
Like I would disappear
If you forgot to mention my buckling knees
Or erratic heartbeat
Are you sure?
No
Are you okay?
Possibly
Is this okay?
Yes
Am I regretful?
God, no
I keep replaying it all in my head
Like maybe if I think about it hard enough
I can go back and relive it with you
When I held onto your cross
I didn’t understand why I was doing it
I used to touch my own necklace
For a sense of relief
A sense of comfort
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