#pointlessromances
I have never asked you for anything –
Because you do not know how it is that I feel.
Or perhaps you do, but choose to deny –
Keeping the later silent, in fear that I’d cry.
You are the harshest man I have ever met,
Though oddly sweet and sadly kind –
I crave your harshness – I view it as foreplay –
Your words like daggers – pinch my soul –
They free the dreamer, causing her to grow –
I imagine things with you, that one should not.
I ponder upon a life, you feel you cannot give.
You say you do not love me so –
I ask you playfully to love me – you always tease
I know truthfully, my heart is in your sleeve.
I wear you like my precious winter-rose
Upon my breast – within my soul
A heart for a heart –
Harsh words threaded with sweet –
A love that was never meant to be,
Yet a lifetime of it.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC