Wake alone.
You are gone.
One night and everything that I spent in the one night of fun
And with the lust running all over the both of us.
Except…
You had a mission.
You took my wallet. You took various things from my home.
Wierd,
Took mementos that I have spent working hard for
I call all my credit card companies and the bank.
Cash has already been maximizally been withdrawn
I have to wait 48 hours for an investigation to be done.
It was a great night at the club.
I thought that I was going to go home alone.
I danced on the dance floor all alone.
I bought my own drinks.
Then I saw you and we made eye contact.
It was hot, the way that you looked at me.
It was touching… it… it was something that I didn’t expect at all.
We talk.
We get along.
We understand each other.
I feel that things are going well.
“Want to go grab some coffee?”
“Yeah… that’d be awesome!”
Slowly,
We walked to a local coffee shop.
I spent less than I would when I am feeding my Starbucks habit.
An hour or two went by.
I felt great… different… awesome!
All things that I didn’t think that I was going to feel.
You got me emotional… you got me intellectually.
You got me.
You reached across the table and asked if you could take me home.
So direct, but I felt like it was totally fine.
I agree to let you come over to my place.
Yeah… we continued to talk at my place.
You began to touch me. I wasn’t sure if I was comfortable.
I felt like I had to make sure it was okay with my conscience.
“No!” says the voice inside my head.
But before I could respond I felt you lips on mine and my body responded.
It felt great. The touch… the kiss. The rush of warmth over my body.
You took me away and I was already making plans for the next day.
Even if you didn’t want a relationship I was ready for just being… “buddies”
Just coming over when it felt right.
You took my breath away.
I felt good. I felt safe.
Until I woke up the next morning.
You were gone.
My belongings… missing.
My wallet…. missing.
Even the pants that I was wearing were… missing.
You didn’t even leave yours behind.
Picture of my ex… gone, not really needed but gone.
Now with an investigation going on with all of this.
I am broke. I am alone. I should have known that it was too good to be true.
I should have, I could have… it’s too late.
My wall of protection is back up. Protection my heart, my soul, body… and my wallet.