My Rigid Story

I passionately rub my fingers,
Across the face you once felt;
Touched, kissed and loved...
Then wrote your name down.

On a piece of paper sitting-
Lifelessly next to my bed,
Alone and uncomforted,
I write a long life story of us.

We used to smile and laugh,
More than what people knew;
Or what we allowed to show,
At everything that we know.

I sensually trickle my fingers,
Down the neck you kissed;
Sucked on and always wanted...
Then crumbled up my story.

That I wrote out just for you,
Neglecting my thick words,
Carelessly and disappointed,
I put the cap back on the pen.

I used to feel all of the love,
More than what I could handle,
But it's crumbled up now,
Rigid-and striked out words.