Poetry

Surviving

“I wanted you, but I could survive without you.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to.”

In that moment, it took every bit of strength I could muster to keep my distance from you. Because, god, I wanted you like nothing I’d ever felt before. The taste of you. The feel of you. I wanted you so much, it was a tangible ache deep in my bones. I could survive without you, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to. And though I wasn’t sure, I knew if I tasted you, I’d never want anything else.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

Self restraint is overrated anyway.

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