the great library of alexandria burned to the ground, were we the ones that set it ablaze?

you trace the curve of my jaw while i chew on my kiss-bruised lips
it is dark but you can tell I am not there, your lover is not in the body next to you
"what are you thinking about?" you ask
my ears hear your words and i sullenly say,
"myself"
i am thinking of all the sins my heart still carries for loving you
they haunt me, turning my mouth to ash and my eyes begin to burn
i don't explain that statement
you don't ask
i just pull you forward, demanding that you clear my brain
just to enjoy the thing that i should be enjoying
and not think of Her