I know I tell you how I miss you a lot, but it's not my fault, you just have a way of captivating my thoughts.

“You don’t like me, do you?’ he asked.
‘And yet, you liked it when I held your hand.’
I stood there, burning with humiliation.
He smiled.
A spark of interest illuminated his eyes.
‘I find that so intriguing.’
‘I didn’t like it,’ I said, when I finally found my voice. ‘I hated it.’
Marko smiled.
‘Shall we try it again, then, just to be sure?”

What we shared today wasn't just a hug....

It was a surprise.

I came into those arms expecting a brief enclosure....
And received stone walls that wouldn't let me leave.

Do I like being closed in, do you ask? You think I'm claustrophobic...because I pulled away?

If only there was more time.

Close those stone arms and take me captive.

I wouldn't mind at all.

I feel like I've had more to say
As a six year old back in the day
You gave me blank pages
Untold stories I mastered
Full of feeling and captivating ones mind
Compare to that I'm rather a waking disaster
A child's every word has power
Each thought makes for ground breaking material
But now I'm not sure why
I pull back
Haven't seen any ink fly for some time
Will this be my imagination's burial?

They'll hold your hand and kiss your lips, make you believe that you're the only one they'll ever love. They'll write you poems and sing you to sleep, and you'll believe them. After a while you'll notice that their grip is a little tight because they don't want you to find an escape, and the reason you're dizzy after you kiss isn't love but the poison they spit in your mouth. They captivate you and make you believe that's what love is but then you're being held captive and now you're not so sure.

Best way to reflect.