I'm not sure why I always set myself up.
Handing over my love, like it's an overflowing cup.

I don't know how I still find a way to trust,
thinking this time will be better and giving in to lust.

I wish I was whole, not broken and just glued together.
I want to believe it when someone finally promises forever.

I don't want another lesson, another passing ship.
I wanted your love, that's only part of it.

I wanted quiet evenings in each other's arms,
I wanted lazy weekends- snoozing our alarms.

I wanted understanding and a knowing touch.
I wanted a lover who didn't think I was too much.

I wanted sleepless nights, messing up the sheets.
I wanted new adventures, strolling through the streets.

I wanted hands who could hold tightly on to my own,
I wanted a heart that was not afraid to be shown.

I wanted virtual voyages in our favorite games.
I wanted shared memes, that's us, and silly names.

I wanted more memories scorched into my heart.
I wanted a lifetime, not to be so suddenly torn apart.

I wanted the dreams and hopes we co-created.
I wanted to believe this meeting was fated.

I wanted to give you all of me- my heart, body, and soul.
I wanted reciprocity, no need to ask or pay a heavy toll.

But did you ever want the same?
You once told me you did.
Was this just a game?
Why did you open me up and throw away the lid?

I miss your hand in mine.
Your skin on my skin.
The way your dark coffee eyes shine.
Your voice, a melody, I was always sinking in.

You once asked me how to win my heart.
You held it in your hands, the moment I felt our first spark.

I can't say you made me weak, for you actually made me strong.
I was losing myself before we met, but I was saved by our song.

So suddenly, you were lost, I didn't know what to do.
In the end all I really wanted was you. </3

Words they dance on paper, as my body loses strength.

My mind it races onwards, as my soul feels it may fade.

This pen keeps on writing, as my heart forgets to beat.

Every time I open up, another piece of me is ripped from my story.

My binding is bent and worn, with every page torn.

Once I was a fantasy, a story they could not wait to see.

As they read right through me, skimming every page-
the words for volume two, slowly came to view.

Drafts are left unfinished, the story more diminished.

Lonely ink spots, point out the unraveling plots.

I can write all on my own but I wanted to collaborate,
each new character felt like a twist of fate.

I studied every line, every single quote.
Looking for deeper meaning, but in the end it's all they wrote.

No after word, no biography-
not a single explanation as to why they never chose me.

Here's my dedication, I should always put myself first.
I am the author and the story, never unversed.

As long as my words are still written, this light inside could never be fully hidden.

Bring me home, if you want to write in permanent ink, if you won't leave me to myself.
Those that cannot understand and truly love the novel I am, then please I ask all you borrowers, just leave me on the shelf.

Within your eyes, I am magnetized.
Green and glimmering, the shaky hand of fate instantly realized.
Draw me in, drown me in the sweetest sin.
Your gentle hands, a wildfire burning through my skin.

Blushing, as you kiss me, I feel fullfilled, waking up, blooming.
Ours is a passion all consuming.

This empty cup, it overflows. Within, a new love slowly grows.
Each of us only silently knows. As I dread the morning when he always goes.

How we fit together, like no other could before.
Every last embrace, always leaving me wanting more.
I considered running away, but oh how it's you I adore.

Your smile it warms me up on the coldest day.
I want to run my fingers through your dark curls and sweetly ask you to stay. Nervously, ask you if you feel the same way?

Am I alone in this aching need?
This silent plead.

There was more to this connection than a fleeting escape from our disparate lives and our broken pasts. I can't help but think this is a love that lasts.

Can we give it a try? Can we give it a go?
You're so far away, but I would be willing to take it slow.
The moment I met you was the moment I would know.
There was nobody else, I didn't want to have to let you go.

I made a wish, spoke it out to the universe, screamed it with my heart. A hope for a new love, a new start.

A home where the passion didn't die.
A love that wouldn't lie-
to escape loneliness or their own despair.
A love who would always dare.

Baby, can we dance in harmony?
Can you help to set me free?
Let's runaway together, you and me.
I promise it'll be an adventure, one that was meant to be.

This is a delicate game.
To wait and see-
if our feelings are the same.