Reaching out for you but you’re not here, You’re side of the bed is cold, empty..

I’m alone. Drowning in the thoughts of you betraying my love, again..

I’m alone. Overthinking.. Praying that you come back to me in the morning

kissing me softly. we fuck and then make love and you hold me a little tighter than before.

It’s 7:30 in the morning and the sun is glistening through the shades You pull me close whispering “I missed you”

I’m content in the very moment yet the “what if’s” are still wandering through my mind.

That’s the price of a heart that has been broken time and time again.