missing memories

i feel your teeth grinding against my neck, and pleasure kicks into gear and drives through me. i miss your hands running over my skin, almost skipping pieces entirely like i am too soft to touch. i bite my lip, thinking of your lips; how badly i would love to suck them dry, how badly i would love to be brushed by them. my arms feel lonely, empty, without someone to hold onto; don’t forget that i love being held by you, too. don’t forget that i am in love with you, even if i can’t bring my mouth to say the words right now. hold onto me, even if just in a memory.

Probably Not.

The thoughts are everywhere. All day. But at night, they get so much worse. I remember everything, you know… I remember too much, and it burns. I feel my heart in my chest, but it aches at your absence. I know you don’t care, but I miss the presence of you. I miss when things were okay. I miss when you held my heart in your hand, and you cared if you dropped it. I miss the sweetness you could hold for me, it just never lasted long enough. I had a future in my mind, where your hand was in mine; Now I can’t even get a response. I found notes, saw your writing, and my heart cried in silence. I can’t look at lost love. I wish there was a way to coexist without bleeding. I wish there was a way I could hold you right now. But there isn’t, and I burn. I should get some sleep, but my eyes close to images of you. My dreams replay videos of you, but only sweetness now; Only the anxious, opening of one heart to another heart. Do you miss me, at all? No… Probably not.