Im Angry Im Not Letting GO

Breathless whispers of perfection before parting keep her warm in the cold air.
The sweet sting of his lips, hard against hers reminds her of what is real.
His smell surrounds her body after spending the night in his bed, in his arms.
She misses him already, but the next day she can’t answer when he calls.

Fairy tales describe princes as tall, dark and handsome, and that is what he is.
He cries out to her, begging her to let him save her and make her his queen.
On his knees before her he pleads, “Let yourself fall, give me a chance, love me.”
She holds his face in her hands, bites her lip to keep from saying yes, and walks away.

He is like nobody she has ever known and he is like everything she has ever loved.
He questions why she is being so distant and she tells him she doesn’t mean to be.
With him, pleasure engulfs her body but pain burns her heart and she hides her tears.
“I love you.” He cries out to her.  The words numb her soul, as she slowly disappears.