Old Love, New Love
you laid across the floor in the darkness of your living room, naked, silent, longing. The room whispered her name gently as my mind quietly held onto thoughts of him.
My presence broke the silence, it felt wrong but my objections came too late. Your cold fingers undressed me; pulling me close, inviting yourself in.
Your flowers, wine and 3 hour conversations, clashed with his lies, betrayal, and broken hearts.
I knew my choice as the words rose from the bottom of my throat, I screamed No!, I can't with such passion that being pushed away seemed confusing. I awkwardly gathered my clothes, avoiding your eyes as I slipped into them and walked out the door.
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