I dig my nails into his tattoo, and watch my name Rosa fall to pieces upon his skin. In his sleep, he releases silent billows of air; and I inhale them devotedly, counting one, two and three. I feel like I could consume every part of him. He must feel me digging him, for he awakes startled, tired and bemused. He tugs his arm from my grip, looks at me as though I’m crazy, and rolls over on the bed. His coldness kills me. My head sinks heavily into the pillow. My body shivers with emptiness, and I curl into a comfort ball, pulling my knees, my arms, into my chest. My heart wrings knowing that he’s out of my reach. And my mind cries for just an ounce of his love.
©2013.alittlebirdtweets
a little bird tweets 
When I read this, I feel like I need to apologize to someone. And that someone else should apologize to me. I guess love goes round and round.
Yes, it certainly does 🙂 It’s strange how sometimes we find ourselves fighting for love, knowing full well that it’s out of our reach, knowing full well we are only hurting ourselves.
I really enjoyed that opening line. Well done.
Thanks Shawn, for your kind words 🙂
This is a well written piece! I think, by reading it, that there is so much meaning to it, as well as different ways it can be interpreted. You are good at this!
Thanks Melinda, that means so much 🙂 In this piece I tried to capture one moment where love is given and taken in very different quantities. It’s great to hear how people ‘see’ and ‘feel’ my stories so differently – they open my eyes tomy own work. It’samazing how our own life experiences determine how we visualize a written piece and I guess that’s the beauty of writing. Thanks so much for your lovely feedback and inspiration x