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.