Dear _ _ _,
Through song lyrics, TV shows, and situations of those close to my heart there has been declared two themes for the day: Say what you need to say and there are two ways to end this -- to push you out of my life or to go on lying to myself wrapped in your arms. Both lead me to you. Though you will never read this, I can't say what I need to say -- but I have to get it out because it is eating me alive. I haven't slept. I can't. I can't get you out of my head. When I see you, I feel crazy for my emotions. It's as if in the light of day I am nothing more than an ordinary girl. One you have never shared in jagged breaths, one whose skin has never felt the softness of yours. Yet with the night comes tender caresses and feverish kisses. Sighs of lust escape your lips as you whisper of how my touch, my kisses take you further. And then, as if you were lost, distance finds your eyes, your touch, even your kiss.
With my time to leave the comfort of your arms, it is as if I am glass. Each time the passion overcomes our bodies, grooved perfectly together, another crack is formed -- each bigger than the last. I soon shall shatter.
Though reciprocal love has never been my experience to hold, maybe if I love you enough, your love will clasp the hand of mine. Never before have I struggled to remain standing after a kiss from another as I did from our last goodbye. Never has the fingertips of another caused my skin to raise with sensation as it does with your every touch.
Beyond all this, there is more. It frustrates me the time it takes you to answer when questioned, but your time shows just how sincere and real each word is that travels from your head to your lips. Each word has meaning that I have never known words to contain. And when you tell me I am beautiful, I believe those words for the first time. Your words are able to reassure me in ways I have never fathomed possible. I love how you retrieve such passion and inspiration from each novel you digest. Your life takes a new direction with ending each.
If I knew I had even a percentage of a chance in sharing with you my worded heart, this would be on your doorstep. I know better than that. Though i remain the fool.
m
Through song lyrics, TV shows, and situations of those close to my heart there has been declared two themes for the day: Say what you need to say and there are two ways to end this -- to push you out of my life or to go on lying to myself wrapped in your arms. Both lead me to you. Though you will never read this, I can't say what I need to say -- but I have to get it out because it is eating me alive. I haven't slept. I can't. I can't get you out of my head. When I see you, I feel crazy for my emotions. It's as if in the light of day I am nothing more than an ordinary girl. One you have never shared in jagged breaths, one whose skin has never felt the softness of yours. Yet with the night comes tender caresses and feverish kisses. Sighs of lust escape your lips as you whisper of how my touch, my kisses take you further. And then, as if you were lost, distance finds your eyes, your touch, even your kiss.
With my time to leave the comfort of your arms, it is as if I am glass. Each time the passion overcomes our bodies, grooved perfectly together, another crack is formed -- each bigger than the last. I soon shall shatter.
Though reciprocal love has never been my experience to hold, maybe if I love you enough, your love will clasp the hand of mine. Never before have I struggled to remain standing after a kiss from another as I did from our last goodbye. Never has the fingertips of another caused my skin to raise with sensation as it does with your every touch.
Beyond all this, there is more. It frustrates me the time it takes you to answer when questioned, but your time shows just how sincere and real each word is that travels from your head to your lips. Each word has meaning that I have never known words to contain. And when you tell me I am beautiful, I believe those words for the first time. Your words are able to reassure me in ways I have never fathomed possible. I love how you retrieve such passion and inspiration from each novel you digest. Your life takes a new direction with ending each.
If I knew I had even a percentage of a chance in sharing with you my worded heart, this would be on your doorstep. I know better than that. Though i remain the fool.
m
posted by MaryeAudra | 9:51 PM
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