Invisible Patterns

I know she should be with him

But for right now, this night, she’s with me

Lips that are promised only for his

Find their way onto my own

We try to resist, this is wrong

It’s so wrong but makes too much sense

We balance each other out

I am the sickness, she is the remedy

She told me once that in me is light

And in herself is dark

We are drawn together by fate

A magnetic pull we can’t deny

She tries to stop this, it’s not right

It’s not what normal friends do

We aren’t friends, we’re ex lovers

Please tell me it’s normal for ex lovers to do

I touch her where she likes to be touched

I kiss her where she likes to be kissed

She doesn’t want to fuck with my emotions

I’ve never wanted something so much in my life

I lie to her and say I’ll be just fine

I would do anything to not stop this ecstasy

Soft music becomes silent behind heavy breathing

Her body glistens from sex and sweat

The beauty she holds makes me weak every time

I love the way her skin tastes

She rests her head on my naked shoulder

I’m tracing invisible patterns on her smooth stomach

She’s playing with my hair, twirling it in her fingers

We talk of things unimportant to outside ears

Mainly she talks, I just listen

I never really was much of the verbal type

I leave her fathers’ house, my glasses foggy

Though it’s warm outside I still feel shivers

At a red light and with a lit cigarette, it hits me again

She was with me for the night; tomorrow she’ll be with him

I’ll return to my room and sit on my bed

Open my journal with the words “Lust, not love” on the cover

Full of the raw after-sex poems I love to write

I add this one to the bunch; they’re starting to all look the same