"The light, warmth and butterflies have escaped my body through the creases in the palm of my hands. "
All I want is to feel the gentle, roughness of your soft calloused hands skimming across my silky bear skin.
All I want is to hear your velvet, grainy voice as you whisper my name as if it's a prayer only meant for God to hear.
All I want is to give you my all, willingly, without you having to ask for it.
All I want is to have that familiar humming in my body just from you standing close by.
All I want is for you to hold me, promising you'll never let go.
All I want is for you to keep that promise.
All I want is to love you.
All I want is you.
All I want is for you to stay.
Just please..... stay.
These are short entries dedicated to the pieces of me...
I'm sorry for all the pain and struggle you've seen. Everything's going to be okay. I promise I won't let you witness any more.
Believe me when I say all those bad memories that mar you will be erased like an etch a sketch, you'll be put to ease soon.
Please... I beg you, bite back your sobs and cries. You're stronger than that, don't let the barricades decay.
It's okay, stop weeping. This clear imitation of blood you pump through my veins is weakening.
I want to be comfortable in you and I'm trying. Forgive me for wishing I looked like this or that, I'm sorry, I'm trying.
I'm sorry I'm depending on you to keep me together just please hold on a little longer.
Stop trying to fool everyone, if you're hurting let them know.
I'm done holding in all this caged pain.... open the gates and set it free.
You lay against my chest, caressing my skin. Whispering promises.
You tell me you'll love me, always and forever.
You tell me you're always going to be here, never leaving.
You tell me I'll always be the one and that no one compares to me.
These are what empty promises sound like.
I know you won't love me forever, everyone always leaves.
I know you won't stay, I'm not expecting you to anymore.
I know I'm not the one, in your eyes I'm compared to everyone, only you are telling me all my faults.
And these are empty promises I'm tired of you making.
Maybe one day they'll all have nothing but truth, but none will be said towards me.
— The End —