It's Christmas again. I haven't heard from you in hours and the last I herd u were sour with me. Now I can't reach you so I linger near my phone hoping to hear from you. I hope you tell me you slept the day away, but my belly rumbles with the other option. You had another offer on Christmas. An invitation to another's arms, her stories and maybe even get her hopes and dreams. Was it me, I'm always the one to blame. If only if if..... I give you sex too easily because it feels so good. I get no devotion in return, something that doesn't feel so good. Your not the one but your the one here, the one I love and the one that I seek. But for the past 3 hours you've vanished and little have you said . My hopes and hurts wander at where you are and all I know is your not here with me. That is a distaste in my mouth I cannot explain. I fight my self to keep from feeling anxiety and pain. To Live life free of blame. And to rest in the arms of love.