u/-lysimachia-

I’m laying on that bed. The one we once sat on together.

I’m looking across the room at the chair in the corner. The one you sat in and used your gaze to stupefy me.

It was storming, just like it is now.

That was the day it started.

You said so many things that put me on edge, made my heart race, made me wet.

You told me you had nothing left to live for.

I fed you some bullshit, but really all I wanted to do was rub my hand on the bulge in your shorts and whisper in your ear, “why don’t you live for me?”.

Well? Why didn’t you?

I would’ve worshipped you.

I still do in my own little ways 😉