Quiet Hour

He battles himself every time he’s near meI can see it in the way his jaw tightensAs if he’s holding back something that wants to break freeIt would break something open in him, in usHe stands too close, close enough that the heat of him wraps around meClose enough that my body leans in without… Continue reading

He spoke firstA quiet flirtation wrapped in a smile,A spark he tossed my wayas if he didn’t know it would catch firethe moment it touched me.But then came the lingering touches, his fingers brushing minelike he was testing a truth he wasn’t ready to say aloud.His hand resting at my back, as if he needed… Continue reading

I want to ask you why – Why you reached for meWhen you knew damn well you were never going to stay.Why you let your words touch me like they meant something,When they were nothing but heat you planned to walk away fromYou played with my hope like it was disposable.Like my heart was some… Continue reading