Symphony

You liked my song you said,  the way the notes would curl out of my throat,   whisper through you and beg the goosebumps to rise on your skin send whispers down your spine,  making you whimper with suppressed need for me,  for my touch on your soul and the burn of my love in your heart

You hurt me

So much and that was suprising because the hurt was the first tell tale sign that i had fallen,  where i thought my pride was holding  my spine up nose up am too cold hearted to feel the warmth you seem to radiate when we are together.  I seem addicted to your touch and now that we are   are not touching anymore the only symphony i hear in my head is the cracking of my cold heart. 

Daily prompt:symphony