it was a sunday morning when we met.
the beach was tranquil, with sunlight sparkling
over the waves that washed the night away.
our hangovers cured by warm embraces
and passionate kisses that turned into
texts and dinners with decadent deserts.
communicating more with our bodies
than our words, exploring each other’s touch
and falling asleep in each other’s arms.
i miss snuggling up to your warm body
and telling you about my day while we
sat in the candlelight after your shift.
i still crave the way i felt with your legs
wrapped around me, your fingers running through
my hair, your lips gently grazing my neck.
i was close to falling in love with you.
i was happy when we were together
and a part of me will always want you.
but i couldn’t let you into my heart,
into the place that you deserved to be
cause my feelings for you terrified me.
and even though my life is lovely and
i’m ready to let someone in, i know
that i don’t deserve your heart anymore.
i just hope that you find these words one day
and realize that they are meant for you.
you will always have a piece of my heart
and i’ll always regret that sunday night.