I am writing this while sitting on your chair,
Praying I have the strength to keep this promise.
I need to walk away from you.
From your eyes that set my body on fire without a single touch.
From your arms that pin me down, then hold me close to you, protecting me from everything but you.
From your mind that challenges me.
From your body that ignites me, makes me feel alive.
Because we were going somewhere, weren’t we? You acknowledged this before.
You met my friends. My family.
Before you admitted that there was someone else.
And you knew I didn’t care, but she does.
So we went from messages almost every day, talking about more than just my hungry cunt needing your dick to fill it
To you isolating me to booty calls in the dark of night.
You tell me you saw a show that affected you, that made you think
A show you saw with her
You said the illusion of choice, of having too many choices, affected you
I think you were trying to tell me something, but it’s something I already know
You chose long ago.
And I thought I could withdraw, be just this with you, and I can’t. I want to hold your hand in daylight.
And now you’re done with your shower
So I’ll pick myself off this chair
Wipe away last night’s makeup from under my eyes
Try to do the things I need to do.
Because you will exist in this limbo for as long as you can, for as long as I allow.
I don’t allow it anymore.
Or so I’ll say as the sun is up, and my willpower is here. Until the next time you message me and make me melt with desire.
Because this is much easier said than done, but I know I will never find what I’m looking for with you.
Give me strength. Give me will. Give me the energy to walk out the door.
And never open it again.