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I wish to see him.
To have me locked in
his arms.
His lips touching mine,
kissing me quite insane.
If I close my eyes,
I feel him.
His huge and muscular hands
creating friction and fire.
Our bodies moving against
eachother and hands running
up and down the others body.
If I close my eyes,
I see him.
His long, black lashes
falling onto his seen cheekbones.
And when they move apart,
his eyes are on display.
Charming everybody with a just a glance of admiration.
If I close my eyes,
I hear him.
His rasp and deep voice,
making music to my ears.
The words being said are
the ones that kept me near.
But it is all when I close my eyes.
When I open them, I am faced with reality, as painful and harsh as it is,
there is not escaping it.
They all keep pushing me.
Revealing the details of my captor,
of my lover.
Nothing left my lips though.
It will be my secret forever,
nobody will know my story,
only the two of us do.
I am sick of sitting here,
waiting for something to happen.
Knowing nothing will happen.
I am destined to continue my
boring life. To move on and forget.
Never will I forget him.
Never.
My panic attacks are
getting worse and worse.
It is almost everyday they
suffocate me.
Mother said it is time to
see someone,
so I can talk about them.
What she did not mention
but secretly thinks,
is I should talk about Harry too.
Two weeks,
fourteen days without
seeing him smile at me.
Two weeks and fourteen
days of being watched by my mother and those stupid police officers.
Lunatics, that is what they are.
They are growing at bit impatient,
although I love to see them this way.
Getting frustrated and sometimes even angry with my behaviour.
Nothing inside of me
feels an emotion.
I am empty and lost.
Nothing cheers me up
and the fact I am home again,
with my friends and mother
makes me even more sad.
Looking out of the window
is what I do every day,
imagining him standing in front his black car and looking up at me.
His green eyes holding me exactly where I want to be.
The trees are moving,
almost dancing with the rhythm of the wind and leaves fall every now and then.
I stare without a focus.
Not really looking at something
and just letting my mind wander.
A sigh escapes my lips,
spreading into thin air.
I swallow and blink with my eyes.
But flinch when I hear a door being slam shut downstairs.
Which is followed by footsteps running up the steps of the stairs.
Someone calls out my name,
I think it is my mother.
Footsteps are near and
not long after the door of my room is being opened by, indeed, my mother.
She walks towards me and
starts rambling like a fool.
