An Intimate Release

Nah, I don’t want him back

I just crave what’s familiar

Those hands that curved the small of my back

And sides so smoothly

I forgot where I was, who I was, when we kissed

But I don’t miss him

Its deceptive to believe that I truly want him back

The memories

They rob you of a future hope

Growing past what you know

What you thought you knew

It’s the familiar, the known that’s comforting

He’s not the one

But a reminder of my softer side

I’ve loved before

I was sexy once

There was a point in my life when someone enjoyed my company

Someone missed having me around

I miss that

Not him

That caress was intoxicating

The craving of desire is intoxicating

Wanting to be wanted is intoxicating

But it is not love

Lust is the perversion of intimacy

It’s a mist that disappears in the daylight

I miss its grip on me

The high of it all

I don’t really miss him

That’s why it doesn’t feel the same

His love doesn’t capture me like it used to

His smile doesn’t keep me aloft

I’m not as mesmerized by the thought of his hands on my body

Instead I remember how it was so easy to forget my touch

How he replaced the warmth in his bed so swiftly

His lies slipped with ease from the tongue

He became someone else to someone else

Gave my love away

My priceless, precious, ever-lasting, self-less, soul shattering affections

The depths of my heart run deep and yet squandered for fast imperfections

His Eve with better intentions

Was it really worth it?

Nah, I don’t miss him

Text back: I’m good luv