I love the way
His arms encircle around
Me held tightly
Against him
possessive,
Clingy.
Like a warm blanket,
He doenst want to let go,
I dont
Want to let go.
It feels safe.
And maybe its just exaggeration,
But all my worries fears
Once outstruck on
The surface are now
buried beneath my feet  The moment he
touches me,
The moment his eyes meet mine.
I love him.
I love the way
He feels,
two bodies lose of any tension
Felt before then,
When we weren't standing there
Tangled together.
I love the way
I can look
Into his eyes and get lost
Or when i admire;
Sitting for hours
Staring at
Him. i like that i can,
I am allowed to because he is mine.
I love the way
That he doesnt like to get mad and
When he does
He refuses to take it out
On
Me,
Or when im the one under pressure
He pries information out
Of me,
convinces me to talk about my feelings
Knowing thats whats
Best for me.

  I love the way
  He cares,
    I love the way
  He loves me.

melted against him, and
all went blank
the world lost
my control gone.
he does that to me,
melts me down with his kiss
and touch of his lips on me
like a wilting sun longing for rest
and he the stars coming up to save
me from the blank empty space in me.
he does that,
he is a shovel digging up my insides
twirling them inside my stomach
searching for my worries to bury deep
and let them rot away
he gets rid of them
he calms me
he build me up
he leaves me full
he leaves me lost.
he does that.

you never know what they may be
going through,
because that smile and shine in their eyes
could be
hiding in the shallow shadows of their soul
a burning pit filled with darkness and disgust
looking in the mirror.

Little do they know that
I still sit here in my room
At night and cry myself
To sleep wishing that
You were here with me.

when i tell my stories
my experiences I go through
People tend to look at me with a crooked head and mock
'what?'
they look at me as if I shouldn't know this
but I do
does that mean I came from a tragic home
does that mean I am a young *****