Sharisse's Pieces

I stood in front of you, your hands around my waist, my hands in your soft curly hair. I loved to play in it. My hands fell to your shoulders and then they traced your muscles. I pulled your sleeve up to admire the tattoo. Simple but cute. My hands continued to trace your arms and I found my hands in yours. I stared into your eyes for a few seconds, but I broke the embrace because I knew that I couldn't be here. I had to let you go.

The night before I woke up, and checked my phone. 4:22 AM. I sighed and I turned on my right side, staring at the wall. It was pitch black in my room, but I saw your face. My mind played a movie of the last time we were together. I saw us walking, laughing, talking. I saw us stop and I saw us looking into each others eyes. I don't know what you were looking for, but I was trying to see into your heart to see if I saw happiness. I saw happiness, but it wasn't for me.

I turned and I was now laying on my back. I took a deep breath.

Fighting for a love that wasn't mine, I cried silently until my eyes were too heavy to stay open.