Why do I want this,
why am I so smitten;
feeling so stupidly happy.
I'm not a very romantic person
at least on the outside.
I act so cold
so emotionless,
because I'm scared.
Scared to let anyone in
You know, it terrifies me
to imagine having someone all to myself
someone to cry into
to hold
to touch
to be there for me.
Could such a creature exist?
So rare and fine
with scars like mine.
Our darkness would collide
like an eruption of black feathers
and we would melt each others demons away.
Why?
Why does this idea hurt so much..
...even worse...
...hurts so much worse when I wish I had it.
I see it constantly
in movies
in books
on the street
in my dreams.
I used to be satisfied with watching.
With being alone.
I was strong.
But now... I'm weak
I want it
Somethings snapped.
I want it.
Fuck I want it
so damn bad
I need someone
but I can't let myself
God I'm breaking
but I can't stop
I need to keep it together
keep these feelings in check
but the longing
it's breaking me.
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My Only Language is Words
Random"It played out so perfectly, so full, so wonderous... but then I woke up". ~~~~ "The blade of imagination is a force to be reckoned with"~~~~ Somewhat insignificant rambles~ Also called "poetry" I suppose
