Our Last

You didn't hold me like you used to that time.

Your lips smothered on my skin uncertainly like you wanted to save yourself from me.

Every moan and breath was held back as if to say sorry.

Condensed love struggling to diffuse.

Looking at me like the pleasure i gave you was hurting you at the same time.

You felt like a powerful, broken artefact of our love.

Like a dark reflection of my feelings.

You were my first, and this was our last.