Your a Massochist for Falling for Me

I remember that it was painful. The kind of dull sadistic pain that leaves an imprint on wherever it falls. It hurt to see that smile. Not because it wasn't beautiful because believe me you've never seen a smile like his before. It hurt because I was faced with the fact that I was no longer the reason why that smile was there. Moments are fleeting, days blend into one another and then you blink and one day you realize all that you thought you had isn't there anymore. And that's ok. I think that sometimes we are given experiences soely for the purpose of keeping hope alive. When you find something that just works and your astounded that anything could ever be so simple yet so complex. I run from comfort. When things become natural I I can’t help but think its the end. All those nights spent dancing through your well lived in rooms; rooms I had no right to be in but you welcomed me anyway. I got comfortable. That night walking into your house, taking my shoes off by the foyer, putting my coat down on the same chair, walking back to your kitchen to pour a glass of wine…I felt suffocated. I played the rest of the night out in my head before it even happened and that scared me. Looking back I see I felt the same pain that I feel now. I’d give anything to be comfortable again…