And there you lie , tracing circles on my chest with your perfectly shaped nail , with your guard let down. Innocent and vulnerable , devoid of all pretentiousness. Honest.

You tell me your deepest desires and fantasies. Your secrets. Dark and dirty. And then I do things to you that makes you scream my name , but I feel nothing. No pleasure , No satisfaction. Nothing.

I wonder why I couldn't ink my emotions into a paper that was never blank before. Being my muse , you provided me with warmth in the coldest of nights while the paper stood silent witness to our passion as I wove beautiful words. But today the paper was blank.

And there we lie , staring at the ceiling fan as it makes slow circles , lost in our thoughts. And then I say that I don't love you anymore and you keep on asking what went wrong and you finally storm out.

And that was when the pain finally hit. Terrifying and numb at the same time. Pure agony. The fear of being lonely. Alone.

That's when I hurry back to my table and frantically search for my pen. The night was cold but the paper wasn't blank anymore.

~KK