It's 1:19am on a technically Friday morning
and all I can think of is you again,
It's as though when you said you had to leave
You had cursed me too.
Cursed me to an eternal night
Of remembering your passionate yet gentle kisses
The pools of your dark chocolate eyes
the softness of your finger tips on my hips
The weight of your body
The angles of your shoulders
The way you'd gather me in you arms the second you'd wake up in the morning
And the way those three forsaken words rolled off your tongue into my heart.
You, my beloved sweetheart, you have bewitched me to an endless darkness where all of those precious memories haunt my every waking breathe with the knowledge that I may never
Feel the bliss you once bestowed upon me again...
... and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it