Whenever you're not here,
it makes me long for you.
I don't know why.
My mind's always been one for unrealistic
romantic expectations.
But is there something wrong with wanting to be loved back?
And when you touch me (innocently),
do you feel a spark,
a rush of blood,
a chill that runs down your back?
I do.
But I'm great at masking [getting rid of] uncontrollable emotions,
though it's amazing how you're so oblivious.
How everyone is.
YOU ARE READING
Shut Your Eyes (February 2011 - August 2011)
PoetryI'm like an actor who forgets his lines because of stage-fright. I can't trust myself. So let my writings speak for my heart and for my head, let them say the words I can't say aloud. This is all I've got, since being quiet and contemplative hasn't...
