Her Sweetness: Written from my own experiences.
Gratification
It is past midnight and the thunderstorm outside has been raging since he left, around six.
I think when he comes home I will break up with him.
That seems the right thing to do and I congratulate myself for finally having the strength and determination to do it. Though I tell myself this almost four times a week, tonight I think I will really do it.
I'm tired of not knowing where he is anymore. I'm tired of having the summer rains beat down on me and me alone. I want someone to share my pain with and right now, I'm burning and twisting in torture all alone.
Sheets upon sheets of water hit the window and I feel myself drifting off to sleep. But I can't sleep. Not tonight. I have to let him go tonight. Have to.
I close my eyes and open them in the same second but I know as soon as I lift my eyes to the clock blinking above the television set that I fell asleep. It is almost two o' clock.
The front door opens and he comes in, silver hair shining in the moonlight, wet and glowing. His clothes stick to his body and I wonder if he smells like sex.
I look at him from where I sit on the couch and wait for me to speak my mind.
Before I say anything, he shuts the door quietly and comes over to me. I wish to get away from him but it is too late and he presses his lips to mineā¦.
Almost four times a week.
I cry too much now.
I cry like rain.
