haven't written anything in a while...

Waking up next to you on your couch, candles burned to the base, your eyes closed and smelling the sweet brandy on your warm breath i realized that i could never be what you wanted. a moment of weekness on your part is what i wished for but once will was bent my guilt became my burden. A blanket will have to give you comfort while i take my unused passion with me out the same door you invited me in last night. The door pulled closed the click of the lock ends the evening i thought i wanted. You never gave me that kiss you promised.