Panties bunched up around my ankles, I stand alone.
Lost in the memories of sweet caresses, tender kisses, weakened knees.
Then you leave and the abandonment issues I keep buried beneath a heap of narcissistic sheets resurface.
They echo the disembowelment of my dreams.
I hope you realize what you do to me whenever you walk away.
I gather myself.
Composing what little dignity that is left.
Why am I constantly surprised that you choose not to stay?
And every time you go away
A piece of me trickles down
then evaporates into the atmosphere
permeating my thoughts
staining my life
I fear not knowing when you will return
On my knees
I remain a slave to your needs
Drowning my pleas
I am defenseless to your love
nonchalant in your approach
I am bewildered by your touch
taking away so much
leaving me with my panties in a bunch.
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