Cold nights up too late,
My body far too cold
But you are warm.
I shiver, huddling closer,
using your warmth as an excuse
to put my legs on yours,
to put your hand in mine,
and to put my trust in you.
Sleep heavies my eyes,
your low voice a sweet lullaby.
The promise of a warm bed and sweet dreams
tempts me to leave your side,
but I would brave any weather
To spend a second longer with you.
A love letter to the man I said I’d never love
The moment he walked in, I knew I’d break my own heart
But he’d stolen it before I could even breathe.
He was danger and I knew it
Setting off all the alarms in my body
And I was intoxicated.
I’d fallen for him when I knew that I shouldn’t
Because I knew all he'd give was heartache.
I’d wake up with him on my mind knowing
That I was never on his
When I gave myself enough space to breath
Without smelling his scent
To see without his face in mind
To live without thinking of him
When I gave my heart a chance to feel safe
He slammed away my defenses,
Broke down my shoddy walls
And I fell prey to his sly eyes and
Maybe it was the way she flipped her hair, the way she talked, the way her laugh was like a melodious symphony to which only my ears could listen to. I could tell from the very beginning that I was smitten, and, despite my past heartaches, I believed that this time would be different. Her touches were so soft, so sweet, so right, and yet... I knew they weren’t just for me. She was the brightest star in the galaxy, unknowing how many planets revolved around her. Her niceness was a curse. A curse she gave everyone without a second thought, forcing them to become addicted to her personality, addicted to her... and I was just simply one of her victims. She was oblivious, so much so that it quie...
She stands, alone in her bubble, afraid to open up, to speak out, to go out, in fear that her only safe zone will pop, leaving her naked and afraid and exposed. She opens her mouth but no words come out. She watches with her eyes wide open, but is unable to change what she witnesses before her. All she desires is to know the outside, but all she knows is the isolation she keeps herself in. She was a fool, pretending to be happy when she was alone, forcing a smile when her eyes were watery from anxiety and fear. She was a facade, a mask of happiness and independence when she was really only afraid of being seen for her true, ugly self. She believed in the righteousness of her bubble, keepi...
It's been awhile since I last wrote you a letter and maybe that's for the best. I can certainly say that I've moved on, I can look you in the eye, I can touch you again without feeling the adrenaline in my veins, I can smile with you and sit next to you without feeling like my heart will explode, and while I will miss our intimate moments and our companionship, I'm simply glad that we can be together as friends again. A good pal of mine once told me, "If two lovers can be friends again, than they never loved one another in the first place," and while I don't know if that holds true, being able to sit next to you again and be simply normal, reminds me of how important you we...
Once again I am left confused. I thought that I was fine, that I was over you, but I guess I was wrong again. I thought that nothing would make me happier than to see you happy without me bringing you down, to see you and be able to talk to you again, but after talking to you once again I couldn't help but feel what used to be there. I am probably the only one still desperately clinging to memories, desperately avoiding you, taking the easy way out. Life goes on without you there and I thought I was fine with that, yet I couldn't avoid you coming out of that gym. I had seen you standing there and you had seen me seeing you, and it was too late to turn around and pretend nothing ha...
Today is and was the day you broke up with me. To be honest, I saw it coming; I would have broken it off with me a long time ago. I was not a good girlfriend, I ignored you, I avoided you, I even told you I probably didn't love you as much as you loved me and you still accepted me. I took you for granted yet even sitting here, a bit dazed and unable to think, I don't have any regrets. You were the first person I met in an unfamiliar place, you were my Joseph, you were my friend and my friend's crush and someone I secretly hoped had a crush on me (though I would probably never tell you), you were the person I spent hours with sitting on a couch talking to an ice cream man, you...