I keep telling myself “just one more night.”
But when will one more night end. When will I have to turn away and not look back.
How will I feel not seeing you everyday. The smell of you in my bed. Hearing you breath as you sleep. The warmth of your skin next to mine.
One more night, just one more and I’ll turn to leave but I always look back and say just one more. One more. One. More. One. More, more, more……