Days Go By
[You
Still a whisper on my lips
A feeling at my fingertips
That's pulling at my skin]
I can remember the sound of her orgasm—the way my name came off her tongue in waves of high-pitched sound… I loved it. I loved hearing it, but I loved knowing that I was the one making her so loud and primal.
The way her skin felt afterwards: still silky, still smooth, but glistening with the faintest sheen of sweat. I remember feeling the heat radiating from her.
It was like fire.
I loved the idea of getting burned.
God, how she made me feel.
[You
Leave me when I'm at my worst
Feeling as if I've been cursed
Bitter cold within]
I haven’t…felt. Really felt anything in a long time… not with a woman. I mean, yeah, there’s Hailie—I love her, and she makes me feel so much, but a woman hasn’t made me feel anything in years.
Not since before Hailie was born, unfortunately. I guess, that’s a lie, because I feel hatred towards Kim most of the time. I feel resentment and frustration. They’re not good feelings, especially not ones I should have towards the mother of my child.
[Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Without you]
I can just predict what she’s going to say. Actually, I can’t. She’s unpredictable—I don’t know whether she’s going to smack me across the face or kiss me senseless. Not that I mind the latter, but it’s a game of chance whenever she’s involved.
I wonder if she’s upset, or if she’s wondering why I haven’t called or contacted her…
Sometimes, I look at the phone, hoping it’s going to ring.
When it does, I’m hoping it’s her, even though she doesn’t have this number. Even though I know she’s never going to call—not when she gave me the choice to pursue something.
She gave me control.
I wish she didn’t.
[You
Still a whisper on my lips
A feeling at my fingertips
That's pulling at my skin]
I wish she’d taken more from me.
I wish she’d bust in with her confident pose and sharp tongue and berate me for being such an ass.
It’s not like I don’t know what I’m doing…
It’s not like I don’t know what this might do to her.
[Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Without you…you]
And now it’s a little too late to have regrets. I made the decision, and she’s probably realized that I’m not going to call her—even though I want to—and moved on.
God, the thought of her moving on…
With another man.
Christ, I really wish I had enough balls to call her. I won’t.
I can’t.
This is the way it should be.
The way it needs to be.
The End.
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