I fell in love with the softness of his cheek,
the brightness of his eyes,
his labyrinth of a mind,
the way his lips curl into a smile,
the roughness of his hands that were so gentle,
his peaceful soul and his caring heart.
I fell in love with every ounce of him,
the bad and the good.
But he only liked me for my body,
for the pleasures I could bring him,
because he didn't care about my mind.
He cared about the way my thighs quivered,
my breathe became short,
toes curling and back arching.
He only loved me naked,
so I showed him my naked mind,
and his eyes dimmed,
his mind shut like a slammed door,
his lips stayed in a straight, thin line,
his hands were no longer gentle,
his soul turned black and his heart became cruel.
E.L
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PoetryMy thoughts written down in godforsaken poems that don't even rhyme about unrequited love, star-crossed lovers and death. Experts from books I will never write. Quotes from books that I never used. PERSONAL
