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[missworldislost]

His hands grab mine
As he pulls me beneath the staircase
His hands slide around my waist
and pulls me to him
as i look to the right,
away from him.

His warmth swallows the coldness
in my heart
as he speaks,
slowly,
"I'm never going to see you again, am I?"
As I choke back the echos of my hopelessness,
all I can say is
"I'm sorry"
As I kiss him one last time,
Slowly,
Sadly,
and take a step back

and say goodbye.

I hear the door slam,
the lock chasing it
crashing against the wood
I can hear him kick his table
and imagine him walking to his room
He slams his light switch down
and probably crawls into bed
as I walk to my car
walking through the sprinklers

I crawl safely into the cocoon of my car
and sit

It was then I realized,
I love his smile.
I love his hands.
I love the way he holds me
and kisses me when we wake up
or even knowing that I would be lonley without him

Why is it so hard for me to give him what he wants?
Why am I so scared of not being perfect
Why do I let my cowardness take him away from me?

I hear his breathing on the other side of the line,
"Can I come back?"
I ask
and he says "Yes"
I hang up my phone,
get out of my car,
and walk into his arms,

"Baby, lets go to bed"

I slide beneath the green cover the I used to hate
and pull the comforter over me
I slide my hand around his body,
onto his chest
I feel his breathing
and inhale his smell
his thoughts are racing,
I swear I can hear them as
he asks me,
"Would you have come back if I hadnt have kissed you?"
I tell him no.

His skin is warm,
taunt and soft
I kiss his shoulder blades, and tell him that I love him.

And everything is alright again.