I stroke your soft auburn hair as you lie sleeping beside me, I run it through my fingers, take a deep breath of your sweet perfume and despite all the pain you put me through I still love you. I can't sleep because all I can is think of you, how you've wronged me, who you've been with, how I can never fulfil your hopes, and how deeply I hate myself for it all. I feel more like a burden than a boyfriend, a loser than a lover and a failure than a friend. So why are you still here...with me? Do you enjoy the torture I face just to stay with you. I gently close my eyes, fall asleep and a tear streams from my eye.
I dream horrible dreams of you, but look forward to when I wake up...to touch, smell and taste you once more. My love is an addiction, deep, punishing and painful.
I wake to find you gone. I look for a note, there is none so I call your cell to check up. You don't answer, and I remember, your meeting some of our old friends for the day. I step in to the shower and as