That once comfortable, grown unbearable
The air stale with unspoken hurts
Face pressed to the glass, longing
The window stiff from disuse
Cool nigh air rushes in
Makes the dust swirl
It would be so easy to slip out
And disappear into the darkness
Somethings calling to me
Alive with fear, anticipation
I lean out into the night
Your warm hand on my wrist
Pulling me back
You lay me on the bed
Covering me with kisses
Whispering promises
Turning my head to avoid your mouth
I watch the curtains billowing in the wind.
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