Faded Love

I always get myself into this mess. I always let him tell me its ok, and half believe it. I always jump thinking he will catch me at the fall. I am hopelessly a lover and a dreamer, and that, will forever be the death of me. He changed his sheets, sat down on my side of the bed, and grabbed me. “I’ve missed you.” The one thing he said he didn’t want to do, he did. I felt used. He looked outward after you finished. Then breathed a heavy sigh on me after he finished. He pulled me into him. One leg over his, head tucked in his side, like usual. He looked down at me and told me to sleep. You really don’t know what distance is until you sleep next to a faded love.