Feb 2015
Today is eleven days since we last met
Twenty and one days to go still
My wound for you isn't ready to heal
How would I summon the courage to ****?
To **** the burning flame between us
To pretend nothing has ever happen
To avoid the beating heart that crying for every inch of you
To avoid the hungry eyes searching for the missing piece
To give up on the very first touch in our souls
I can't do it
I want you
I need you
I love you
Still
Counting days for the wound to heal
I have no idea when it will completely heal
21 days to see you brings me fear
Fear of deepening the wound
Fear of falling in love
Fear of the unknown
Twenty and one days to go still
My wound for you isn't ready to heal
How would I summon the courage to ****?
To **** the burning flame between us
To pretend nothing has ever happen
To avoid the beating heart that crying for every inch of you
To avoid the hungry eyes searching for the missing piece
To give up on the very first touch in our souls
I can't do it
I want you
I need you
I love you
Still
Counting days for the wound to heal
I have no idea when it will completely heal
21 days to see you brings me fear
Fear of deepening the wound
Fear of falling in love
Fear of the unknown
Sometimes, some love, is not belonged to us. It aches our heart. The desire is like an opiod, making us addicted to it. Running away from this feeling will only make us obsessive even more. It is best to express it out, acknowledge it, and stay between the boundaries during the process of healing.
