He walked into the room
my eyes glued on to him.
He was like the perfect eye candy
Sexy and Shirtless to me
eyes watered words
I played it cool
I never make the first move.
Hi my name is Chris
Lila: Nice to meet you.
Chris: My friend mike says he goes to college with you ... You’re very beautiful and would love to get to know you. I’m leaving this party, I have work in the morning. However, here is my card ... we should have lunch soon.
A few weeks passed.
Our relationship blossomed like a teenage metal band
He---went straight for my heart; stole a precious jewel
He---said all the right things at the right times.
My wisdom and wittedness went out the door.
I was comfortable
showed him, my softest spots and created a flawless image of him.
Not realizing how much sex changes the dynamics of relationships.
I began to make “us” too much of what barely existed outside of the bedroom.
I wanted him; needed him.
around and inside me, at exactly the right moments.
I held on extra tight and he bolted away from me
Fed so much into him.
I was at a place I didn’t know why.
I found myself alone and confused in a corner
Could’ve died and been reincarnated with the wounds.
They cut so deep
Couldn’t recognize me
Couldn’t see deeper into me
Maybe if I slept with patience before I met Mr. scrumptious
love could’ve unwind its self and played soft melodies of sliding guitars and the songs of the ocean.
I learned through an abandon heart
Dear Love, I miss you ... or, so think I do.