I only speak about you in hushed tones. I liked keeping you a secret because it helped to remind me of the feelings I feel for you. I let you loose and now all I can think about is your pale skin and the Zimbabwe-esque things you'd do. It's the worst palpable pain I can think of--to reminisce.
I think my problem is that I love too deeply. I love too fully. I miss you. Is it wrong to still desire what your mind has to offer me still? You still hypnotize me with your words. You can manipulate this situation. Because I'll let you. I've always thought that love was just a game fools played with during their empty time. I don't have much time but I want to spend it with you, only with you. Live for me again. I need to be adored and to be lulled into that familiar sense of contentment you give me. Make me yours once more, before all is lost and nothing is left to rekindle. Please don't douse this flame. Burn again.
I used to be afraid,
but now I crave the quiet
Together we are both alone,
but I don’t mind
I’ll dream of something--
to try and make us all right
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