(mostly rambling thoughts, unlike most my usual poems...enjoy)
I hope she pains him well, and the arrogant pineing for him has driven us both far past sanity.
Love, I know nothing of it. As much as the thought lingers in my mind, it's just something I long to feel, long to touch... long to embrace. Fall into.
I'm just missing some stuff I've long left behind...
long haven't felt... and miss with remorseful shame, you?No.
I miss... kissing,holding someone with out touch, with out the lustful desire of fingertips searching for a place to rest or fondle, just in the eyes, and leaning in for a kiss, yes... it's in the eyes.
I miss kissing you...
Not just for the fact of kissing, but for sharing one with you, yes one with you. When I kissed you, I felt worth while, but in the end, it'd probably over take my heart with shame and regret... rememberence of a love long past forgotten, like an over due library book.
I'm sorry if my words are a mere blur to you, I conceal everything in which I ponder and hide.
I'm letting all of my words come out to you, unfolding blankets of dust onto your clean heart. I guess it's what all my friends say I do best...talk that is. They say my words are like a song that stays in a heart forever. Almost the same as a heartbeat, yet my words... they are not meant to keep others heart's beating... they are my escape from things I fear, they are my own heartbeat.
I still find myself tearing over a moment that I once held in my arms, in which faded beneath my smiles..which was you and the way you held me... it finally hurts me.
It has all been forgotten, just the same as a death amongst a family. Only in the hearts and deepend thoughts that keep one company in a dark moment in memories time.Because time is a demon all of it's own
With him it was like I was a small child ripped from the safety of my teddy bear
With you, it was as if I had met the feeling after loss that you finally realize you're not supposed to grieve.
In return all I knew was pay them back and forget. All that is forgotten shall fade in time... and tears only became my companion, as if a partner in undefiled crime. Leaving me with only 2 words on my lips in which I wish to speak on my death bed, I'm sorry.
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