I miss you more than you could ever fathom. I’m falling apart. I might be overreacting, but I’m under the impression that I am nothing without you and your beautiful essence to guide my every action. I miss … everything about you!
i love the way your fingers trickle down my sides as you search for warmth near the corners of my torso.
the way you kiss and breathe into my ear and the way it tickles my insides
forcing me to bite your lip and the edge of your chin.
and you stare at me in amazement like a kid at an amusement park
and i shove you lightly against the chair and you hug me with all your might
and it ends with both of us laughing, holding hands like two awkward and drunk teenage kids at prom.
(Source: selfish-desires)
I love you with a fire red.
A red like that of blood,
fire like how it boils;
not in anger - but in a skiddish manner.
The heat is tangible from my scarlet face
to the pit of my stomach -
maybe even a bit lower.
The essence of a flower -
only you’re even more amazing
because you’re good for more than just looks.
I’m reminded of this unfathomable love
every time you enter a room -
enter my mind, which you run across all day.
You undoubtedly know what manifests itself there
with a greater scrutiny than I.
I would apologize for forcing you to run,
only you do it so effortlessly -
like some sort of disgusting pleasure.
Yet the ecstasy in which we entwine
is so majestic …
Like a stairway to heaven -
made of the whitest pearl,
the purest of gold -
which could take us to a climactic altitude
we reach entirely on our own.
There is no real NEED for each other -
only love,
but one could consider me a fool.
My love-drunk stupor is insatiable,
like the thirst for knowledge to comprehend
this intricate sensation …
that is Love.
I wrote this, a while back - thought it was cute:
I feel like I could watch over everything you do;
even though, I know, I don’t have the right to.
I feel like your guardian angel.
Though to you, I’m nothing more than a stranger.
It was love at first sight, and I knew right away.
Damn, I thank god for letting our paths cross on that day!
Though our interaction was nothing more than a “hi,”
nothing hurt me more than to have to say goodbye.
So I went and looked for you
at the place where we first met.
It was momentarily, but something I’d never forget.
Every day I come back, wishing to see you again,
because I know this love for you is never gonna end.
And though you don’t come back, and it kills me inside,
it’s this love, it’s this passion that I simply can’t hide.
So I sat here today and I wrote you this note,
so if you ever came back here you’d finally know,
that I love you, I love you, and I love you so.
And there’s nowhere, no, nowhere that I’d ever go…
You love playing with that.
You love playing with your stuffed animals.
You love your mommy, your daddy, your nature pajamas.
You love everything, don’t you? Yeah.
But you know what, buddy?
Once you get older
some of the things that you love don’t seem so special anymore.
Like your Jack in the Box.
Maybe you realize it’s just a piece of tin and a stuffed animal.
Then you forget the things you really love.
And by the time you get to my age, maybe it’s only one or two things.
With me, I think it’s just one.
