You reach your arms around me
And pull me ever so close.
We couldn't be closer;
I couldn't feel safer.
Here, in your arms,
Nothing else matters.
We are together.
You make me feel...
Beautiful;
Something I have never felt before.

I have nothing to write,
Nothing to say.
So I guess I'll just go
And be on my way.
I'll get on with my day
And leave this place
With nothing changed...
I guess that's the case.

You grab my hand,
Pull me towards the bed,
Kissing me gently
So I feel your love
In each and every kiss.
You slowly kiss my neck
Making your way to my ear
And whisper
"I want to make love to you."
But you always do.
I always feel your love.
I yearn for your touch,
For the taste of your skin,
Just you.
I want you; I need you.
I love you.
You love me.
I feel that in the way
You pull gently at my hips
In the way you look into my eyes
As we enter this sweet, silent world
Where only we exist,
Only we matter,
Only us,
Together
Perfectly.

Don't let this sweet face fool you;
Try not to get lost in these green eyes.
I am tougher than I look
I have more scars than you can see
And I don't plan to ever let you see
A single fault in me.

I'm bored.
Maybe I can pull out a poem
From the thick,
Humid air of this room.
A room that is not mine
It is shared
And I feel like I have a tiny corner
That still is over powered.
I am just an intruder.
I wonder when I will stop
Being in someone else's home
And have my own
Where I can put what I want on the walls
I can put the dishes in the cupboards
The way I want.
A home that is mine
That no one can take away from me.

It's strange that one word


Negative


Can mean so much.

But I guess I don't feel
How I am supposed to feel
About the outcome.
Yes I am young
Yes we are not ready
But I was almost


Hopeful


Almost disappointed when I heard her say
"Well, it was completely negative."
There was a small part of me
That wanted the outcome to be


Positive


Even though I know you aren't ready
Don't want this now
I kind of did.
Kind of do.
Maybe it's the lack of love I feel
Maybe part of me thinks I will feel complete
Knowing I would do it different
Than those who raised me.
I know I would.
I would love it with all I have
And way more.
BUT one day we will be


Ready


And it will be our choice
And we will love it with all we have
And so much more.
Then I feel that I will finally feel


Complete.

I realized today
When you decided to look up crap
And not cuddle next to me
You don't love me.
But you tell me you do.
You remind me you care.
You hold me when I cry
You are always there...
But why won't you lay with me
After you make passionate love to me.
Maybe I am crazy,
I probably am,
But it feels like you don't want me;
That I ****** up.
All the past voices come back
Haunting my thoughts
Telling me lies
Like that you hate me
You don't want me.
But all it really is
Is that you are confident enough
Sure enough
That I know you still love me
Even when you don't cuddle afterwards.


Maybe I know fiction better than I thought.