Don't Call

There's that point when you've been hurt by someone and the anger starts to dissolve and you're human side wants to forgive.  So the anger turns to missing and the missing cries out in your soul.  It grabs your lips and makes you remember the kisses.  It cups your bosom and makes them ache for his hands.  You squeeze your thighs together and you remember how he filled your soul.
So you go and sit and stare at your phone, fingers itching to call...but don't....don't.

That spell was too big for the both of you, neither were you ready for it.  The passion drew you in and some truths were forgotten under the name of lust. He hurt you because that's the cost of choosing to be blind and you got hurt because you were too eager to feel again...don't call....don't call.

I know you want to fix it, go slow, ask more questions, but you don't get a full summer day in the middle of winter.  That fire burnt exactly the way it was supposed to burn and now it's out.  Staring at embers seeing his body on yours and smoke clouding your senses trying to feel something that you cannot repeat.  You lost yourself in passion and it's OK, gather yourself...don't call...don't call.

He's a wolf smitten and bitten, crawled in a cave to hide his pride and lick his wounds, leave him be. He danced like a gypsy in your love and he gave too, caught up in your rapture that you poured out like free rounds at a bar. You can't blame him for the love you fed him.  His wounds will be permanent scars and he will never forget and maybe never look for happiness again because your body haunts his eyes, the wind trickles your perfume in his nose, every time he warms up from the cold he will remember your arms, when the thunder claps he will remember your voice keeping him calm.  But he will also remember your tears, every time it rains, let him have his torment...don't call..don't call.

Let your heart bleed, the bleeping will stop.  Let your body ache, the aching will stop.  But if you call you're going to hurt yourself again because that fire burned exactly the way it was supposed to burn and burned out the way it needed to burn out.  It was good, it was fun and now it's over.

Don't call...don't call.