Hurting. . .You

I can't seem to make things right at the moment, so I'm writing about it. And I think that maybe, I'd like to step away from this mood and write something that's not about him. . . But, I guess you're all stuck with this for the moment. (I'm sorry, Muffin

We sat in the rain

And let what seemed to be the tears of a heaven wash away the pain

And I felt so warm and so close

To everything

In your arms

The way you smiled at me every time I fumbled with the buttons of your shirt

How you let my fingers trace the line of your chest

Down

Down

Down

But maybe I did something wrong

Because now you heartbeat doesn’t quicken,  

Your blood doesn’t rush

And I think I’m lost,

Without the feel of your skin

Like a child in the dark with no wall to cling to

And I think

That if it makes you happy

I might just live

Without you

 

Author's Note

*Sigh*. . .I've got nothing.