I love him
I have loved him since the first time I saw him
And somehow knew him despite myself
His awkward silence and surprising satirical comments
His loping long legged gait
And the sadness so rooted in his bones
That I think I would like to just hold him
Forever
To sap it all away
Leaving only his gangly thin ***** limbs
That I could find a home in
His dark eyes too
With the intelligence within so evident
That sit under even darker eyebrows
To compliment his raven locks
Which I want to run a hand through
As he sighs into me
Comfort flowing through my finger tips
And through his skull
To seek out the sorrow that lurks
I want to pull him out of the life he is making too short
And into a word so full of color
Of sound
And of beauty
That he could never imagine life as it was before
Being called life again
I want to wash away his haunted gaze
That leaves my skin feeling so oppressive
I can’t even imagine being stuck in his mind
Tormented, by past and present
In a warring cocktail of bad memories
And self-imposed solitude
He is the lonely dark shadow to my side
That I long so desperately to pull into the light
Knowing too well I don’t have the brightness within to fill him
I am darker that he
I will be gone all too soon
In a flush of crimson
Not even getting to ask him
Please don’t blame yourself
And forgive me
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 2:25 AM UTC
I love him
I have loved him since the first time I saw him
And somehow knew him despite myself
His awkward silence and surprising satirical comments
His loping long legged gait
And the sadness so rooted in his bones
That I think I would like to just hold him
Forever
To sap it all away
Leaving only his gangly thin ***** limbs
That I could find a home in
His dark eyes too
With the intelligence within so evident
That sit under even darker eyebrows
To compliment his raven locks
Which I want to run a hand through
As he sighs into me
Comfort flowing through my finger tips
And through his skull
To seek out the sorrow that lurks
I want to pull him out of the life he is making too short
And into a word so full of color
Of sound
And of beauty
That he could never imagine life as it was before
Being called life again
I want to wash away his haunted gaze
That leaves my skin feeling so oppressive
I can’t even imagine being stuck in his mind
Tormented, by past and present
In a warring cocktail of bad memories
And self-imposed solitude
He is the lonely dark shadow to my side
That I long so desperately to pull into the light
Knowing too well I don’t have the brightness within to fill him
I am darker that he
I will be gone all too soon
In a flush of crimson
Not even getting to ask him
Please don’t blame yourself
And forgive me
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