There Was Something About You

Brooke Cagle
Brooke Cagle

The way you looked at me;
The way you held me;
The way you talked to me
Will forever leave an indent in my broken heart.

I remember the first time we met.
The instant sensation,
Of the heart palpitation to the sound of your hello.

As you reached down to embrace me with all your strength,
your warm musk smell with a cigar aroma filled my lungs.

Walking hand-in-hand down King,
I learned about your guilty sentimental pleasures; all but a ring.

What made you tick left me mesmerized.
We shared our goals for the future; power.

There was something about you.

You came upstairs and stood up straight.
With an arch of my back and tilt of my chin, our eyes met and our pupils dilated.
You licked your lips, hungry.

Your warm palm grazed my shoulder and onto my neck as you pulled me to meet you — to kiss you.

A fireworks display erupted from our sex as we continued to pursue each other until we reached a climax.

There was something about you.

No one was able to do what you did to me and yet, I made you cry.

Then you left.

The next day, the next week, the next month – nothing.

Can an angel’s heart break?

The way you looked at me,
The way you kissed me,
The way you felt me…

Was it all a lie?

There was something about you.

From that point on, I grew armor; a titanium heart that could not be penetrated.
I’m on my own now and no one can touch me.
No one can break me.
No one can kiss me.
No one can get to know me.

There was something about you

And I realized you were empty and soul less.

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