Freeverse – Broken Narratives

Not When It Comes to You

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.