I've thought about kissing you over and over, but it could ruin everything for both of us or you might not like it, and that happening - the idea of finally getting the nerve and sheer stupidity to try and then you not wantingitneedingitlovingit is even worse than the ruin.
(It would be on the cheek. Maybe on the neck, if I was brave.)
I love being around you, I love hugging you and touching you, I love being the one to make you laugh or happier.
But I hate it when it's anyone else. I hate her for having no claim to you but being able to get away with touching you, saying anything to you, sitting on your lap. I could never do any of these th
I left.
And you let me go, because my hands had been sweaty wrapped around your neck and their shaking had kept you from feeling the caress in my touch.
How fascinating to be
the opposite of a narcissist.
To press in on yourself and know that you will never be enough.
To wake alone in a room without mirrors.
To find yourself descending, the last thing you feel warmth and hair and skin as you drift into the cool, clear water.
To watch the rain by looking up from beneath it, to feel the water seeping into your veins. To hear the sound of rain upon a pond.
Washed eyes drift closed in the dull, freshwater light before the shoreside flower grows.
Long hair falls over the face of the terrestrial observer. A hand breaks the water, and the figure g(r)asps.
From a dream far away, you wake up. Rai
Being single and unhappy, you often think of your bed.
When you come home from school or work or wherever you have to go during the day, you imagine someone waiting there for you. Someone curled under the blankets, blinking sleepily and fighting to stay awake.
Someone warm and soft and beautiful, someone kind. Someone that could make you feel desirable and safe. Complete, even, for the first time.
It’s a nice dream, isn’t it?
You open the door to your bedroom, feeling disappointment wash over you as you see your bed in the same state it was when you left in the morning, missing the characteristic shape of