On the Season Finale ...

A Poem by leenanicole

was I really that scared to let you hold me ?
to be swallowed by your touch ?
to think that such a simple gesture, could feel like just too much ....

to possibly never wanna hold again
because no sparks were gonna fly
like the way they did with it was me & that other guy .

at 4:06am, the easiest thing to hold down is my cognac .
just a few hours prior, it was ginger ale & Honey Jack .
text messages stream in
like water on my skin
& it feels like sins with a touch of love
not quite sure if this is a win
but no feeling i wanna feel of .... is dumb.

skeptic butterflies & bedroom eyes
loose hips & warm lips
.... i wasn't afraid of the touch
i was afraid of what's to come next ...

is it "you & i" ?
or is this good-bye ?!...

guess i'll find out next episode .....