It was a sunday,
that I remember like it was
yesterday.
and I wished,
I could kiss your lips,
and feel you emotionally.
But the problem,
with intimacy is,
it’s mostly a two way street.
emotional or physical.
rarely both.
So I stand back,
and look at the lights,
as they hit your soft eyes,
and tell me things about myself,
I never really knew.
I took pride in the fact,
I wanted nothing,
and life gave back the same.
But as you entered,
I soon came to realize,
that everything will change.
and it did,
good or bad,
I still can’t decide.
But I wish,
I was as simple,
as coloring a page,
with crayons
and colors and detail.
anyway you want,
anyhow you want.
But I am a jigsaw puzzle,
with the pieces thrown together,
most of them missing.
You came to me,
when I needed it most.
But it’s not enough,
to rid of my ghosts.
Insecurity is a burden to be,
which is why i cling to independency.
I wish it were different,
but you are you,
and sadly,
I am me.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 5:12 PM UTC
It was a sunday,
that I remember like it was
yesterday.
and I wished,
I could kiss your lips,
and feel you emotionally.
But the problem,
with intimacy is,
it’s mostly a two way street.
emotional or physical.
rarely both.
So I stand back,
and look at the lights,
as they hit your soft eyes,
and tell me things about myself,
I never really knew.
I took pride in the fact,
I wanted nothing,
and life gave back the same.
But as you entered,
I soon came to realize,
that everything will change.
and it did,
good or bad,
I still can’t decide.
But I wish,
I was as simple,
as coloring a page,
with crayons
and colors and detail.
anyway you want,
anyhow you want.
But I am a jigsaw puzzle,
with the pieces thrown together,
most of them missing.
You came to me,
when I needed it most.
But it’s not enough,
to rid of my ghosts.
Insecurity is a burden to be,
which is why i cling to independency.
I wish it were different,
but you are you,
and sadly,
I am me.
