In My Pink High Heels

With You...With You...With You...With You...With You...

Hurry

My heart is aching with an unfamiliar pain and a never encountered sadness pulls at my face, I cannot smile, I cannot breathe, I lay here in my rhetoric

I lay here in pity and I ask, why don't you love me? Where did I go wrong? Why did I not notice how you slowly stopped looking at me with a love that surpassed the ordinary? When did I take for granted the incessant kisses, the spontaneous nibbles and the secretive hair twirls? Why did I not treasure the caresses, the gentle whispers, the secret words, the yearning praise, the obsessive touch, before they bid me farewell, before they were replaced with friendship?

Where did I go wrong? What did I change that you could not love me? that you never reach for me like I'm the breath that kept you alive, the water that gave you life, the cause you would die for? When did I become this insignificant, irrelevant, ugly mess that you pity with your affection?

When did we die? when did I lose you?

I Have Only You

I Have Only My God

I have only the memories of a fantasy I created, a fantasy that has faded.

A fantasy of you.

posted by pINKhIGHhEELS @ 10:10 PM