"“babe, are you falling asleep?” you asked in your haze, the room was completely dark save for the fading glow of the computer screen in the far background. “huh- no….well yes. that’s a strange question.”I replied with heavy lids and lips of molten lead. “oh, I’m sorry am I boring you?” you scoffed as your mouth found its way between the line of my feminine jaw and the jutting collar bone valley; jeez your face was rough, no, you were rough- caught between memories, lies and fear of the future. you desired nothing more than to be the virile man at the end of the corridor who would rip out pretty women’s hearts but despite your hardest, most respectful attempts your puny human emotions drove your regret further with every move you made. scared of being alone, I allowed the moments of intimacy- I believed them to be helpful and maybe even pure….beyond the alcohol on your breathe. your talon hands searched their way down my flesh, dragging it like a toddler’s teddy bear. your sandpaper face bruised my peach fuzz skin, your tongue jumping from thighs to mouth. I could feel it in your kiss- all the desperate pain and feeling you choked back, I could taste the fear in your throat. you looked like prince charming but the end was anything but charming; “please…” weakly I had begged, my arms wrapped around your strong shoulders, “just stay….it will help.” but those same strong shoulders pushed me away and as you left me in a dark room save for the dulled computer screen that sobbed songs of lost love and hopeless romance."
