…Shoulder deep within the borderline..

 

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home alone..easy day at work..sitting here..heating up yesterday’s leftovers..

saw him this past tuesday…

and things went well..perhaps too well..which is kind of freaking me out..

there were moments of slow, sensual passion..almost immediately followed by rough, brutal animal

my collarbone still smarts from where he choked me..bruises almost faded..bleeding from my unmentionables has finally ceased..

ive never seen him frenzied like that before.. i didnt feel the battlescars until the following morning.

i hunger for this man in a way that defies any sort of logic..i slip into a feverish trance whenever i am near him

he came over in the afternoon..and again in the evening..i left a key for him..it felt like he was coming home to me..

and the simplest things..like watching him get dressed..sparks a kool-aid smile across my face..when i rewind in my head..

im still floating..

i enjoyed it..each and every second..and i can’t regret this..or any of our past visits..

he had wanted to take me to the airport to see me off..but i took a cab instead..needed to clear my head..and seeing him again would have only made me more heartbroken

due to the weather..they had cancelled almost all flights..but not mine..i didnt want to go..but knew i shouldnt stay either..and further drive the nail in my coffin..

right now…a silence hangs in the air..what is there to say without reverting back to the same recycled argument that smirks whistling to itself in the corner..

how can he go about his day to day life with her? knowing that we connect on so many levels?

this can’t be enough?..can it?

as always…waiting for the other shoe to drop..but the quiet is a good thing..let it sink in..something has to give..eventually..