my memories of him

I swear I'm over him,

because he wasn't ever mine.

there's no reasoning for why I'm left lingering on him.

yet here I am again, craving him and his every touch,

the way my body caved underneath him;

as if he was the electricity shocking through every inch of me.

I melted for him in an instant.

my memories of him, and of that night are too vivid.

I know they will only betray me in the present. 

but in that moment I was weak, and I was his; whether he wanted me or not.

I completely unleashed myself for him.

and even months later- though he doesn't cross my mind in the daylight;

all it takes is the darkness my eyelids bring; and the dreams that follow,

for the memory of him to shock my body to its core,