How unwise of you to think we’d only ever exist between the lines of poetry on a page. To think that the poetry alone wouldn’t have been enough.
There’s that word again. It’s such a foolish word to describe someone as brazenly fierce as you are.
Accompanied by the silent hum of the evening and the restless want of my fingers. To channel that want into words. To ache to write rather than the ache to touch. Ache to feel.
It feels like I’m losing my mind
every time you say goodnight
and I can’t hold 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.
You didn’t have to write them down,
For me to feel the impact of your words
True love isn’t something that happens often.
For some, they may never find it. For others, it comes more than once in a lifetime. You’ll know you have it when you’re with someone and they don’t just make you happy, because plenty of people can come along and make you happy, but they make you the best possible version of yourself. They’ll bring you up on your bad days, celebrate with you on your better days, give you strength and hope and courage and newfound wisdom as you grow together.
They’re not just someone you’re compatible with and enjoy being around. If you’re one of the lucky ones who found this true love, hold on to it. Fight like hell for it every day. Don’t ever let it slip away. Because you’ll never be the same once it’s gone.
And I refuse to let go.
Because this is how I’ll learn to heal:
With you by my side, teaching me how.
If I didn’t know better, I’d capture the stars for you
Illuminate every inch of mischief you keep buried
The whisky we drink warms our throats, coats our inhibitions
But I keep drinking, fuzzy thoughts of you keeping me company
Darling, you’ve got a lover waiting for you
Yet here you are —
If I didn’t know better, I’d say you wanted me, too.
Give me one night alone with you
I’d let it happen, let myself fall
If I didn’t know better.
But I do, I do.
But you’ve got me feeling again, opening up
My thoughts finally settling inside my noisy head
If I didn’t know better, I’d want this
I’ve been waiting for you, I’ve ached for you
And now you’re here, I want you to stay
If I didn’t know better, I’d ask you to.
I crossed a line, I want you to be mine.
In my arms, in my bed,
In my heart, in my head.
You’re captured me, all yours, all yours.
If I didn’t know better, I’d find a way.
I’m aching for you, darling.
Could you stay a little longer?
I want all of you.
The highs, the lows.
Emotionally and physically.
I want to worship your mind.
And relish in the feel of your skin against mine.
One day I’ll stop hoping
That your words were written
With me in mind
I should be happy for you, I know I should. But there’s a sharp ache in my chest – knowing you’ll never look at me the way you look at her.
I miss kissing you.
But not just kissing you. The way you kiss. The build up. The tension. The way your sparkling eyes grow darker when I lick my lips in anticipation, taking my bottom lip between my teeth as I grow needy. The way you start slow, gently, to draw me in deeper. Soft kisses that tease and make me tremble for more. The way you give me just a little taste, before devouring me completely.