him

his lips met mine for the final time. everything was going well except when he fell fell into the arms of another.. he had to pick her, he just did she was his new lover. why couldn't i be better for him? why did he pick her? was it her blonde hair, her perfect waist? her gentle touch, saved from disgrace? her angelic features, carved by God Himself? I stayed silent for hours shrieking inside. he couldn't just leave like that he surely couldn't. he said it wasn't my fault, it was his own but why do i feel like it's mine? the anger pent up inside me needs some way to release. i want closure i want security i want him. is it so bad to want? is that it? love never did play fair but i want his sweet stare. i want his misty eyes to meet mine i want his soft lips to collide with mine i want his fluffy brown hair i want his smile.