i miss you.

no.

i miss what we could've been. i miss every single kiss, every single touch. the taste of your fingers in my mouth while you sucked on my breasts as if you were thirsty for milk.

the way you slipped inside of me from the side while holding me so close I felt your heartbeat with every move you made as if it was dessert offered after a beautiful entree.

I should've ate it. I should've sunk my teeth so deep into it that you'd feel the pain that ached through my own because of your wrongdoings.

because I just wasn't enough.

but you knew exactly what I needed just for you to fill me up toward the rim, but not quite to the top.

the breadcrumbs you left made me parched, and you left me thirsty and begging for a reason as to why you refused to let me drink from your cup, even though you tossed mine over your shoulder when I wasn't looking.

what the fuck did I do wrong?

clearly I loved you too hard. but now I'm thirsty for what used to be mine, but could never be again.

A.