Unspeakable

And I sit here waiting, Realising I am not to you what you are to me, But still I sit in the false hope, That you will make time, or at least remember- When you touched me, how I felt- The scent of my strawberry lips against your rough skin. Utterly forbidden, but still we pressed Your words and promises easily filled and were never kept, And here I sit in my minds lie, that in a moment - our indecent times you will not forget. Was it so easy for you to take me? Or was I in a crises of 'love make-believe'? You have scarred me with your silence- But KNOW, I'm still here if you remember to taunt my heart with your unclear tease.