where does this leave me?

it’s been a long time since i’ve woken up covered in

the sweat-wetness of another person.

the last time i didn’t want to shower for three days,

but i shower twice as long to make sure HE’s gone.

HIS eyelashes, backlit by the dawn breaking, so long they’re deceptive,

a frame so soft and thin HE could almost be a woMAN,

and then come the angles, the lines, the firm of a MAN,

the skin that withstands pressure with internal resistance.

and when HE leaves, although HE doesn’t know it

HE makes me want to cry

because all HE makes me think about is her.

the same warmth, the same skin, but so different.

mi amiga, mi amor, mi corazon,

estoy pensando en tí

always. para siempre.

this isn’t what i want.

i want you back.