Try To Walk Away And I Stumble

Couldn't sleep late this morning with the remembrance of those regretful

events lingering under my comforter

Took a hot shower to try and wash away

my mistakes from last night

Mission Failed:

I can still smell the cologne as if it were fresh on my naked shoulder

I guess I'll drench myself longer in steaming water

and scrub really hard

Hard like it was to lie and say that I've been dieting since I last saw you

Not starving myself because that seems to be the only thing

I can control

Even harder to hear Lucy barking as if there were an intruder

And not wish that when I walk out in my towel it's

you

That's the most impossible dream I've ever honestly wanted...

I don't even get little promises fulfilled let alone setting up a

Deus Es Machina* moment

Deus Es Machina*- A point in a movie/story where it seems like all hope is lost, and then, oh my gosh...he's come back to rescue her and they live happily ever after

(by the way the no spaces isn't my fault, something is wrong with my template)