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 Apr 2017 Yolanda
Unrequited Love
Please be happy.  
Your smile is beautiful            

Please dont cry.  
Just dry your eyes

Please dont leave me.
Because I wont survive without you
P­lease dont lie.          
Because I want to trust you

Please look at me how you look at her.
Because it seems as if shes the only  ******* earth

Please hold me in your arms.
Because I want to fall alseep happy for once

Please never say good bye.
I cant take that pain

Please stay with me.
Forever and ever

Please be mine
Because I'm already your's

Please love me.
just me
 Apr 2017 Yolanda
Unrequited Love
I don't want to date you I just want to be with you

I don't want to have to worry about idiotic things like Valentine's day or anniversaries

I don't need you to hold my hand in public or for people to know that I spent the night at your house last Saturday      
I just want to sit on your bed and talk about the universe.

I want to be comfortable enough around you that you can see me bare faced or half dressed without either of us thinking twice about it

I want your hands all over me, holding me to you like I'm the last Breath of air you'll ever have

I don't need something as trivial as a boyfriend I just want us to be together.

In our own unique way.
I just want you so much it hurts
 Apr 2017 Yolanda
Unrequited Love
I dream of your lips pressed against mine.With your hands exploring my body while you press me up against a wall.

I imagine you leaving me with hickeys, scratches and bite marks.
I think of cloths scattered on the floor and of you pressing me to you so there is no space between us.

I don't want flowers, chocolates and love.
I want lip biting, messy sheets and lust.
I want pure unadulterated passion
 Apr 2017 Yolanda
Unrequited Love
The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.

It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.

When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.      

When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.

Now that is the definition of ****.
Pure passion is ecstacy...
 Apr 2017 Yolanda
Unrequited Love
Its so much easier to push someone away, than to let yourself become vulnerable.
To give them the power to hurt you.

Showing your true feelings is relinquishing all your power.

You're trusting them not to take advantage of your weaknesses.

And that, is an absolutely ridiculous notion.

Once weakness is spoted, it is used and abused, untill you are just a quivering mess lying on the floor, wondering how you ever let yourself get into such a situation.

I will not be:

I am strong, because people don't know the real me, and that's how its going to stay.
People don't care about anything but themselves
 Apr 2017 Yolanda
Unrequited Love
What if when you aren't here I can't sleep?

And what if I cry?

What if I told you that you are my smile?

And I hope you never lie.

What if you knew that I think about the end constantly?

And if Ill lose my best friend ?

What if I told you how happy you make me?

What would you do then ?

What if we last forever ?

Then again...

What if you leave with my heart in your hand?
Probably not great but I'm tired and have a lot of thoughts  rushing though my head
 Apr 2017 Yolanda
Unrequited Love
Falling asleep, with your arms wrapped around me.Encasing me.

Drifting into unconscious.

Feeling completely safe.

And waking up.Not fully.

But just enough to see the new days sun.

When I gingerly touch your hip. 

You turn and wrap me in your arms once
again.As if it was second nature.

As if this action, was embedded into your DNA.

I lay there half asleep.

Listening to your breath.

Anything past the edge of the bed is
Galaxies away.

This moment is ours forever.

No one can take this from us.
 Apr 2017 Yolanda
She glistens in shades of rose wine
Warmth melting inhibitions
Flesh begging to be devoured
A hint of its sweetness
beckons as it lingers on still air
Molten steel
Heat rises
A gentle touch
Electricity liquefies
There, in the light
transformed by a glance
that holds a promise of passion
Aquiescence in liquid candy
She is consumed
He is ravenous
yearning to be sated
Yet, feeding the very hunger
that drives him
straight through her soul

— The End —