You... Daddie...

15 minutes... 14 years....13000 memories....it has been awhile... my eyes are unyielding... They have the superb ability to discount your handwriting that is so pretty that it could be kanji calligraphy... They never fight to resist you for their only struggle is to simply snub you... Unopened documents of infidelity, sorrow, soul searching, confessions... love tainted with ignorant hate...  my hands accomplice to my eyes... Ordered to avoid that tingle to separate the sealant to my fate... Forbidden to open a Pandora’s box of sentiment…
It has been years since I have felt the heat of your chest… the constant rising and falling that lured me into a slumbered fantasy of what we could be, what we should be… 2 years… 3 months and 4 days since you excavated my pussy with the force that is only acceptable amongst lovers that understand the pleasure of shared pain… months since I have kissed those massive lips that spit poisonous lies and hollow possibilities… weeks since I looked into your caramel colored eyes that twinkle in the sun and possess such power over me that I am forced to look down at my size 5 ½ Jordan Retros to avoid your kryptonite…
Correspondences locked as my hands are accomplice to my eyes… my hands, decreed to contravene any contraband that boasts your handwriting… your kanji calligraphy that articulates your mistakes, your feigned remorse, your declarations of guilt… quivering, my hands resist the urge to betray my eyes for my heart has already befallen into the role of the collaborator…
My heart, the traitor, has sided with you since day one… 14 years ago you walked up to me, smiled that grin that glorifies that deep right dimple and seized the vessel that allows me to live… smartest of battle moves, for now it is you that breathes life into me… my struggle now rests in salvaging my heart, repossessing my life and forgetting the preceding proprietor… 
My mind willing my hands to leave the box unopened, piling up with “what ifs” “I should haves” “next time I wills”… empty promises and loaded revelations scribbled in kanji calligraphy… my hands forcing my eyes shut should they weaken at the inscriptions on the yellow lined sheets… all body parts functioning together as a fierce entity whose only goal is to win back my heart… My ears… sneaky little foxes always hiding behind piles of hair… the fucking most unsuspected suspect deceives me…
 My ears… openly accepting your voice… creeping into my veins… overpowering every organ in my body until my pulse beats to the sensual whispers of that voice…tantalizing my senses and reuniting my shell of a body with my heart… how I have you missed you so… my heart… how I have missed you…my ears, your voice, my heart… “Wassup Ma”…
~Viola Monroe