Sunday, July 4, 2004
Hindering my own happiness, I walk away because that’s what you have asked of me. Although I’m needy of you, I leave you — taking nothing with me but memories of you tattooed to my being. Tattoos that date back to when I met you, because even then you had already left an unerasable imprint on me. Eyeing your eyes and breathing your breath became an addiction to me.
I’m hopeful that I’ll mend my heart with the love that another woman will offer me. Will I forget you? Unlikely.
Posted by at 12:00 am [Permalink]
No comments yet.
Sorry, the comment form is closed at this time.