A better Lie.

I had her, Life.
last night, or was it this morning.
That I last sensed her touch,
felt her warmth, her softness,
Her arousing scent,
her enticing words.
She swayed with me, for me,
provoking my senses.
Deepening my scars,
I had long buried.
And then she left,
said not a word.
Hurt not a little,
mourn not a lot.

Hide behind insecurities,
wallow in self-pity.
Screaming at them, those bastards!
Dreaming with them, A better lie.