I’m not sure how it fell apart.

Your arms held me too tightly for me to think anything could ever happen to us in my tiny dorm room.

I’d close the door and we would fest on each other until we felt full- completely engulfed with one another. 

My mouth would hurt from all the energy that has passed through it as I transferred sweet nothings into your ears, along your neck, upon your lips. 

Your eyes would ache from the beauty it took in- or so you said. You’d take a moment to close them and release a sigh until you could gaze upon me once again.

My hands would feel helpless to your strength, but I didn’t mind being yours, completely and utterly yours.

Your chest, so stubborn, would attempt to absorb me as you pulled me in closer than physically possible.

My body was yours to hold and admire.

Your hands wondered as they pleased and I loved giving you that freedom.

We would sleep in harmony with my head on your chest, my hand on your rough face, your arm around my back, and our hands clasped together.

Those were the nights I felt whole.

Now, it’s all gone because of miscommunication and lack of trust.

Goodbye, whole nights.

There are many moons ahead of me to win you back.