Sometimes looking into her eyes said a lot more than words and
I'd been trying so hard to keep from seeing anything in her eyes
because that's all it required, just one look. I didn't need to
know that I was right in believing that it had meant nothing to
her… but then she had left a note on my locker, a simple
sentiment, a tinge of hope, a sign, a possibility, and so I
hadn't gone. She should have been angry at me for not meeting her
but, then came a gift, or friendly gesture, or something more?
She'd placed the coffee in front of me and left without a
She shouldn't of come here, she shouldn't of led me to believe it. I told her to go, and she kissed me bruising more than my lips in her fierytouch. My neglected body ached, my heart bound and pleading with me not to be beaten by one kiss. All the while I wanted her to be cold and abrupt; wanted an easy way out, a reason to push her away.
I think she knew all along why because she'd played me so well. Every move convinced me and every touch lingered.
She'd whispered to me softly apologizing for coming. "Please
don't go!" I stood there uneasy, It was too late for leaving, no
matter my trials in distancing myself, I realised I couldn't
compete! There's nothing I hadn't tried and I had to allow myself
this… and so I did.
Now my body lays content, suddenly I want to run. Now that words mean nothing when I look into her eyes. I only have myself to blame…
I looked down at her sleeping and in a thoughtless act of bravery I told her.
She opened her eyes and so telling me more than words... she loved me
Lips against mine…
I couldn't run… at least not now.
Maybe in the morning.