A Memory for Sale

I want to sell my memory of you; free my mind of the cage you built around me, liberate my heart from your last words continuously circulating, contaminating my bloodstream. The ghost of your touch has left me with a naked soul, my spirit exposed, because your caresses used to burn my skin dissipating it…

That Feeling

I won’t say that I miss him but I will admit that I miss that feeling; the one that made me feel alive and full of joy the feeling that kept me thinking of the one I loved all day long. I could feel butterflies rain on my fingers their wings would paint my skin…