How cold the after math of a man is. Waking up to an empty bed, cold shivers down my spine. Practically naked with sheets covering my head. How I wish it was your smell that still lingers on my skin. The touch of your fingers tangled within my hair. I lay here uncertain of what to do first. Take a shower so I no longer smell of another man, or cry because this emptiness I shouldn't feel is eating me up inside. While the world around me tells me I should be happy, but I no longer no how to be happy when im desperate for the warmth of your touch to keep me warm. How do I care for so many and still care for you? I've loved others, I've held others hands but I swear you are my sick aftermath. Regardless of the actions that has taken place the following day I wake up with your on my mind, I smell you as if you were laying on the bed beside me. My mind is telling me I'm crazy but my heart is breaking inside. You're photos surround me, reminding me that you to I love, and those motionless moments frozen in time are the memories I wake up to.
