This week has been a little rough... at least since Tuesday evening. So I went on a blind date (by the persuasion of a co-worker) and it
made me think of my ex...
made me think of my ex...
so after a few beers, I found myself at his house, as if no time had gone by. Needless to say, I felt so defeated, not being over him yet, and spilling my guts to him. And worse, after I left, I remembered that oh so familiar feeling of letting go, yet again. Sorry to bum you out, but things have been a bit somber...
...............................
I just need to forget you
but you're here, in the scent of my clothes
in the restlessness of my hips... my neck.
I can still feel your jawline against the curve of my ribs
and this aches beyond color, or weight...
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