Well Damn

by Weeping Willow   Sep 11, 2020


I missed you last night
For the first time
In a while

And I hate myself for it

I had her sleepover
And as we laid down
The act of
Putting my arm over her
Made me miss
The puzzle piece
That was you
And how well it
Fit into mine

Although I had a
Great time
The topography
Of her body
Was all wrong

I can have sex all day
And not feel a twinge in my heart
But laying down to go to sleep
Made me feel every minute
We’ve been apart

That’s not saying I want you back
Because honey I’ll never go down
That road again
But it made me ache for normalcy
And the lover I once called friend

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  • 3 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Your voice feels incredibly genuine in this, and I especially loved the realness of not wanting a person back but still missing them (after all, we're only human). This whole piece felt so human, as we move on and shape our lives and come across different people, and enjoy their company, but sometimes we can't help but be reminded of someone else. That feeling unable to be mimicked exactly, so unique to that one person. I can only think that with time, there will be a new feeling, and a person won't be a trigger for a memory or comparison but a brand new memory that eclipses others.

  • 3 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    The physical act of sex is easy but it's the intimacy that makes you come undone, because that's a damn sight harder to fake when you wish the person you are with was somebody else.
    Excellent, honest write.

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