Who are you still running from, me or you?
It feels like I’m losing my mind
every time you say goodnight
and I can’t hold you
And tell me all the things
that set your soul on fire
But your intelligence
is what ignites a fuse inside me
You draw the softness out of me
and for the first time in forever,
I don’t feel the desire to resist it
Nothing feels better
than counting the minutes,
instead of the miles.
I’m always searching for the eloquent words. The ones that elicit emotions and captivate the way i’m feeling.
When sometimes, the word i’m looking for is the simplest one of all.
Dutch: something or someone who elicits comfort, a sense of calmness, warmth, safety, joy, and happiness.
It wasn’t the first word that came to mind when I tried to explain the way I feel when I’m talking to you.
No, the first word I thought of was home.
I just want to be where you are
wrap you up in my embrace
and entangle your soul
around my own
I held you all night long.
But when I opened my eyes,
you were never really there.
“Don’t leave me,” she whispered into the empty room, long after they were all gone.
stroke my thigh,
And I feel the lightning
shoot all the way
up into my soul
Fill me with love, with joy, with patience.
With moments that make my heart flutter
With laughter that makes my belly ache
With friendships that make me softer
With delicacy and delight that
makes me feel alive.