Oh,
those destructive magic moments when I wake up with you by my side. The crisp morning air rids the room of the foggy passion from the night before, turning lust into realization and physical satiation into emotional emptiness.
Despite my usual adamant stubbornness, I find myself always returning back to you; your hold on me like a retractable leash tied around my heart. The feelings that I harbor expands with every second that we share, swallowing me in instantaneous happiness, blinding me from any pain that you had ever made me feel.
We weren’t ready to let go. My bitter feelings of disdain and distrust vanishes with the first hello. Your once familiar voice locking me in, reeling me back from the distance I had gained from you. Forever breaking barriers and rendering my defense useless. I’m helpless on your line, a fish out of water. Alive enough to struggle for life, but so, so weak.
In a few days my longing for you will cease to exist.
Until the next time you cross my mind.
