Was It Worth It?

July 5, 2013

Here we are at a crossroads

I stop by to return your things

I don’t want to keep them

Or the memories they bring…

Now here I am at your place…

You know I can’t look you in your eyes

You lift my head, kiss me softly,

And there I meet my demise

I want to be angry with you

But every wall is destroyed

I want to move on

But without you there’s a void

You whisper to me,

Breath smelling heavily of jack

You awaken my senses,

And a flame follows as you trace the planes of my back

Everything in me says leave,

He’s drunk, just turn away

But memories of the love we made return

I ignore my intuition and I stay

You take my hand

Leading me to the bed

We knows what each other wants

With no words being said

Ecstasy-

Elated bliss

Tingling nerves

With every kiss

The flames die down

And now our tryst is done

But now that’s its over

I realize it shouldn’t have begun

Like in the end of a drunken stupor

Shame and anger began to emit

And you start to wonder…

Was it even worth it

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