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Mile Conde Feb 2015
I want to love you.
I want to get to know every spot of your skin.
Trace the outlines of your body.
Brush my fingertips on your soft lips.
Bite it.
Leave a mark behind, so everyone knows
You are mine.
Caress your silky hair.
Be the one to take care
Of you.
Of your heart.
I want to hold your hand
And kiss your knuckles
One by one.
Until there's no emotion showing in your eyes
But love
And happiness
And trust.
I wanna know what love is
And I want you to show me.
I wanna feel what love is.
And I know you can show me.
  Feb 2015 Mile Conde
Twisted Sweetness
It's a beautiful morning
Although it's freezing outside
And I'm too lazy to get out of my bed.

It's a beautiful feeling
To get back home after working 9 to 5
And see my lazy cat still sleeping in her tiny bed

It's a beautiful world
Imperfectly perfect, filled with many wicked people
But treasured with few, everlasting loved ones

It's a beautiful life
Of happiness, dreams, hope and butterflies
And, everyday's ordinary victories make me feel alive.
#I_don't_always_write_sad_poems *wink *wink
Mile Conde Feb 2015
I love you. I love you more than I love myself and that's bad. That's very bad. That's horrid. I am dependable and weak and I need you to walk along the merciless path that is my uncertain destiny. I want to be independent but your love is holding me back. And I want it to. I want it to? I don't know, not any more. My feelings are drawing me to you, while common sense and experience are driving off and I don't know which one to follow, because both options are going to tear me apart. I am you now. I breath your air and talk your words and plan your future. I am so profusely fused to you that it terrifies me to even think of breaking this unhealthy bond.
My heart runs one way and my mind the opposite one. Which one should I leave behind? What is worse, a broken heart or never-ending hidden misery in a golden cage? Because your love is a prison. A lovely one. But a prison, indeed.
Logic vs. Feelings  •  Brains vs. Heart.
Mile Conde Feb 2015
It's raining. Drizzling softly. Tiny droplets are washing through me, washing wrong and pain away.
Quiet soul. Peaceful. Restlessness no more.
It's time to start over.
"Pick a star on the dark horizon and follow it's light"
Pursue your wildest dreams and never look back but to smile at an old memory.
Stop worrying over the past or the future. One is way behind you, and the other one is yet to come.
Live like there's no tomorrow.
Laugh. Cry.
Fill your lungs with pure air. Oxygen.
Power.
Let the pouring rain run hurriedly past you and sink into the earthy ground.
You are soaked and happy and free.
You scream at the top of your voice.
You sing and dance and fall to the mud.
Worriless. Blissful.
*Thrilled to be alive.
Mile Conde Feb 2015
And just when I could no longer live with the life I had chosen, when I had lost all hope and disappointed so many people...
Just then you came and you saved me *from myself.
With you by my side I will fight and defeat.
Mile Conde Feb 2015
Your touch sets my body im fire.
My skin tingles
And I push you nearer.
I want us to be closer.

You keep me up at night.
I dream of you.
Feel your breath on my neck.
I'm so in love with you it hurts.

I can't do justice to you
With my awkward words.
We kiss
And I smile against your mouth.

Because I'm happy.
You make me happy.
It took me so long to figure it out.
And I can't stop thinking about how you taste

And how your skin feels against mine.
Those stolen moments
Full of lust and something else.
Something *infinitely more.
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