LMK

Unread, unsaid, mislead

All these texts, voicemails & misinterpreted sexts are fucking with my head.

Use your words, tell me you hate but you want to love me instead.

This all started with you climbing into my bed.

You whispered, "We are going to spark a fire, you & I."

I didn't say a word, I just pulled you closer to me.

Touches turned to kisses; when we are body to body the distance is gone in an instant.

Fires and flames,

say you'll remember my name.

There's nothing else left to say.

When awake the next morning, you're not here, gone without warning.

Was this all a dream or were you just really good at acting like you cared?