Past midnight. A rain storm outside punctured by the noise from a police car siren. A sad ending of a phone call leaves me awake.
My mind's drowsy and I want to fall asleep but I keep replaying our convo; I have work tomorrow.
All I wanted was to be cared for obligingly with the only reason being I wanted it,
and not be embarrassed by a refusal when I shamelessly ask for the above and tonight,
I so wanted to bathe in the warmth of an obliging love.
I hate him.
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