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By Isabella Svenska Date: 2008 Feb 12 Comment on this Work [[2008.02.12.23.33.16480]] |
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You love me. It slipped out while we were making love one morning. Several times you had to stop yourself from saying it again. You cannot live without me. I can detect it from deep within your soul The way you ache to be with me when we're together The way you cannot keep your hands off me The way you cannot wait to get me into your arms and ache to explore every inch of me The way you get nervous and your mouth gets dry when I'm near you "What am I going to do with you?" you ask "I'm afraid of how much I feel for you" you admit while we're laying together You just cannot forget about me Although part of you warns you to I can read it in your eyes. I can smell it on your skin I occupy your thoughts and your free time. I'm always on your mind. I feel the same exact way. Whirlwind of calls, texts days upon days upon days and then... It stops. Distancing yourself from me out of self-preservation. You try to gain headway but you're still spellbound Torture. Agony. Despair ensues. My appetite dies. My luxe for life dims. One week goes by. Tomorrow will be another. I don't understand but know deep down what's happening Days pass. Evenings turn into mornings. Mornings turn into nightime. Sleepness nights turn me into a lovesick zombie In a haze of memories of you and I together With only you on my mind My stubborn nature won't give in. I will not call. You test me to see if I will give in. I don't. I can't. I won't. My body aches for you. My mind thrives on you. My soul searches for you. My heart reaches out for you. My life misses you. My love needs you. I just miss you. The smell of you. The feel of you. The taste of you. Alas, I will not call. It's a rule I set for myself. Don't call boys. Let him enjoy the thrill of the chase. What if the chase scares him? What if he needs reassurance? What if he needs to hear how much you miss him? Is hiding from true emotions the path he chooses? I want to bet everything. Let it ride. See where it goes. My path is ready to gamble everything. I'm terrified where this could lead. A path I've yet to discover He's too afraid to get too close. I'm too afraid to find out what it's like to get too close. This is the outcome when two broken souls meet. Disparity. Mi Amour. Je t'aimerai toujours. |