Her cheeks pink, resting on the pillow.
With his lips resting on her neck,
his soft breaths leaving a sense of humidity.
It tickled the hairs on her back.
A long sigh.
scratches of good sex.
makeup smeared under her eyes.
He held her, cradling her into his arms.
“You are so pretty”
Her lips kissed the top of his forehead.
She felt his grip tighten, and his head fell back
He closed his eyes, and she shut hers.
How she wished,
that could be them,
The silly hope, that the dream,
that once was,
was not dead,
Although perhaps she
was just a
Hanging onto a hopeless dream,
never to be.
To fall back to what was left
when there is a monster in the same bed,
and he is making his way back in slowly.
It is her fault, because she is letting, so willing,
So she plays it safe,
“Don’t let him take anymore, you already gave too much, you already gave in”
So she keeps hanging onto her
and forgotten dream.
Always just hoping.