lynda

I miss you It's all I have to say You're missing I thought it better that way But it kills me And I can't fight this reliance I'm drowning here Amid this sick, strange silence I need you To tell you what I feel To hear you And remember what is real When we said nothing But it said so much When we ran away To get in touch I feel you here So lost inside me I need you now Or I'll fall apart completely I miss myself That piece you still hold This space is hollow Leaves me so cold I can't forget you I never will The way you changed me Because I miss you still...

It's too late, buddy. Your attempts at appeasement on this post-fuck armchair have long since lost their strength. It's too late for sweet words and oh-so-fucking soft kisses -     too late for you to try to win this oh-so-dirty fight. You thought you'd won -                                I thought you'd won. We both saw predator and prey and knew which we were,  and I was falling for your flights of fancy, succumbing to your every sensual desire, seeing situations  where I was yours completely; I saw myself fading. I was your possession, not even a person, a plaything. My cunt was a cup from which you supped at will  and hi