Soft Red Lips

"He grabbed me by my shoulders so that I may look upon his hazelnut eyes. He frowned from seeing the tears kissing my reddened cheeks. He had asked what had made me so sad. All I had to do was look him in the eye and he knew. His hand on my cheek wiped away the evidence of my pain. But that didn't mean the pain wasn't there. He pulled me close and kissed me with those soft red lips that feel like home." But when I woke up, he was gone. Every single day, for what felt like an eternity, I've been tortured with this memory. The day he gave his last whisper of a goodbye. The day he left and never came back. I wish the monster within me could stop loving the devil that he was. But we are addicted to his soft red lips. . . We just want to go home to them.