Dangerous Waters

I am swimming in dangerous waters.

Last night, I slipped.

Red wine steering me into a territory I dared not enter.

I confessed a dark secret to him, my friend of years and years.

He held me as I cried my heart out.

We slept.

until

We rubbed our bodies a little to closely and touched one another for the  first time.

No.

I refuse to go down this path, again, especially with him.

Like a brother.

I couldn’t do it.

Too much history. 

Too many people involved.

Ex’s. Best friends. Families.

I am no saint.

Neither is he.

But 

I dare not go into the unknown. 

My heart was taken from me a long time ago and I haven’t gotten it back in whole from the man I adore.

Well, that’s another story.

Dedicated to my lost friend who let our bodies speak rather than our hearts.

x

 

Advertisements
This entry was published on November 9, 2016 at 1:43 am. It’s filed under Words and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: