If I could sit in front of you one last time I would.
I would sit there and look at you right in your eyes and let you see the pain you’ve caused. I’d let you see how hurt I have been since you have walked out of my life. I would let you speak and accept your apology.
I’d hold your hand and allow your hands to caress my back. I would allow you to take me one last time. I would allow myself to become entrapped in your so-called, “love.” Why? Because I was/am madly in love with you and as much as it hurts to peel an old wound it feels amazing for that moment.
So for that moment I would lose my mind for you. I would lay by your side and give you my entirety, my all.
As the sun rises I would come to the realization of what I did but, the pain would be worth it. I would be yours for the night and you would be mine for the moment.
I would not argue with you leaving because I already knew you were on your way out so I would kiss you and walk into the shower. As I showered I would hope you’d be gone before I got out so that I would not have to look at your eyes no longer. I would no longer feel your flesh and I would begin healing my wound again.
My love for you is that deep. No I am not nice, just in love.