It was another lazy summer day spent inside, our bodies pressed together in the silence of the empty house. Neither of us said a word. He held the remote, absent-mindedly flipping through channels without truly searching for anything. I stole a quiet look at him out of the corner of my eye, disturbed by how strange he looked. After all these years together, looking at him now, he seemed like such an alien to me. He knew that I was staring, but he deliberately refused to return my gaze, something akin to detestation sparking in his dull eyes.

"Is it my fault?" I murmured.

Saying nothing, he escaped the room, leaving me alone and vulnerable.

The Ghosts of Relationships Past are afoot;

Jacob Marley never met these kind of spooks.

Every mention leaves me shaken and shook

and I know that they've got claws and hooks

instead of chains, but they're in my man

and it's not anything that I can ban,

so instead I weather it as best I can,

feelin' like a third hull on a catamaran.

The ghosts whisper in my ear all the night long,

telling their tales and singing their songs,

letting me know I don't really belong,

like a pack of Twinkies in a box of Ding Dongs.

I broke his heart:

Now we merely play the part,

Of two destined souls.

Close proximity incites our recoil.

Your noticed presence upon my morning consciousness leapt my cells to rejoice.

Now you're disappointed with your prior choice

The one where falling in love with me

Made you happy.

There is no love to the way we start our day.

You wake and quickly move away.

You've no joy at the sight of my face.

I yearn and plead for your aura, to embrace.

I've learned to open doors on my own,

A skill that makes me feel alone.

Rekindled masochism.

I cannot cope with this schism...

The softness of his touch,

Brought memories of a harsher hand.

Him, Kissing tears away,

Me, Pushing him away,

The couch being his date,

On an unforgettable Saturday night.

As he ignores my apologies,

The bed has long forgotten his outline.

As I have long forgotten the warmth,

Of fingers enveloped around my waist, not my neck,

Yet cannot erase from my mind the scene,

On an unforgettable Saturday night.

Am I your muse or simply someone you use

Do you love me with all of your entirety

If I left would your heart be torn

Would your days be filled with useless scorn

When you kiss me do you close your eyes

When we make love how real are your passionate cries

Am I your world or just merely a piece

Without me would your life painfully cease

When you say I am the best you´ve ever had

Don´t you feel empty don´t you feel sad

For out there might be someone better than me

Somebody you have yet to meet or even see

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     When I came home today, she sat rigidly, a book in her lap, running her tongue over her teeth.

     "I needed you today."

     "I'm sorry; I was busy." 

     "You know that I need you," she said earnestly as she looked up. 

      I stood still, my eyebrows slightly raised and my jaw twitching. Her eyes began to water and she plugged them with her knees.

     I sank down next to her and pulled her in. "I love you, and I will never leave you." I wanted to leave her right then. I expected her to weep, and so she did; she expected me to stop loving her, and so I did.

I never was afraid of heights,

Just the fear of falling. 

Of letting someone take me up so high, then dropping me like it's nothing. 

How many times can someone survive a fall like that? 

I'd rather not find out.