February 13th, 2009


Brigets_flame, Week 2, Flat



I was all curves,

Tangled in darkness,

Hands groping for what I wanted,

But will never have,

Not with you.


You left me broken, open, raw,

And I sleep alone in a bed

Full of promises no one could keep.

 I loved with all I had,

Giving what you could not need,

Needing what you could not give.


In the lonely silence,

The curves are gone,

And now, I am flat.

**This is late due to shotty internet access. I am always thwarted in these contest by the horrid connection my university makes available.