I wash my body compulsively
to remove every cell of your skin
even if it’s been 14 days
since the last time your fingers
wandered on my body.
I only asked you one thing;
“Don’t leave without an explanation.”
It’s January and unexpectedly hot outside.
I told you I love it when cold air fills up my lungs
and when you last pressed your lips on mine
I felt that kind of air freezing my lungs
then my heart.
It’s unexpectedly hot outside and my goddamn
heart still shivers at the thought of you.
You promised me one thing;
“I will never leave you just like this.”
Some promises are meant to be
tangled in between messy sheets,
where the passion and the words
of one forgotten night full of desire
Some promises are meant to be made
during the sleepless nights in the middle
of a small room with red lighting
during the moment our naked bodies
are pressed together.
You left me
Just like this.
And I got nothing of you
other than the feel of your fingers
in between my thighs.