Wish I could talk about love
Falling in love, becoming love, someone falling in love w me
how it feels to have someone touch me and it not induce panic or shock or fear, just love, comfort, gushy mushy, how-do-you-like-your-eggs kinda love
Wish I could talk about how much I love them
How it felt meeting them for the first time, getting to know them, touching them for the first time
Know they were mine and that I was theirs for the first time
All of the possible first times
All of mine theirs and all of theirs mine
How hard it would be to say good bye and how amazing it would feel to say hello
I wish I could say that i'll never love another
Pure, unadulterated, Feelings that are felt back
But I can only promise empty touches, false hopes and a kiss once in awhile
Feelings are infinite and fleeting,
Sometimes they are good things
They are bad things
But most times, in my case, they are nothings
Nothings crumpled up on paper and whispered on pillows
Maybe a one time kiss and some heavy petting
Maybe a hand to hold and someone to warm you when you are cold
But nothing more than skin, lips, and hands