This is my testament to one person. I am sharing it here because it is me and as lost and emotional and as loud and scary as it is to just put my self out there. It comes out completely devoid of conscious thought. My words are winds caught up in complete emotion driven by an outlet of understanding and honesty. I can always fight for my life, and in this situation that life is the love that I feel for who my heart desires. I seek to find the emotional journey of a person who see’s her mistakes and is just wishing when wishing is no longer even an option. How can you breathe air for someone else? How can you believe in what will never be. How do you say out loud that my touch is against your will, free of your grasp? Slowly it leaves and is left to moments that can not be rewound and replayed to your liking. It is nothing more than the past. Nothing more than mistakes, and although it is against all that I believe your mistakes mark your trail. They begin a precedence of who you are. Even when you don’t want it to be who you are, you are left with the consequences. I soar above what I see and I continue to dream, and that makes me weak to the unloved. Leaves me dueling for what I believe should be mine. You can’t make the love of someone beat for you, can’t forgive yourself for them. You are left to deal with the emotional status of being. Being alone, being lost. Being without whom you desire, now nothing more than a character of the unrequited love affairs that breathe natural beauty in to art forms. When do you give up? When do you just stand back and give into what is done?
Clinging to the darkness of the past
Fugitives of real love
Always completely masked
Inside of understanding
Lived mistrust
Cloaked with the sincere reality
That love was not enough
Trepidation within marked souls
Destined to meet
Historic betrayals
Infidelities shred the incessant moments of honesty
Blinding theories of monogamy
Situation drowned in the great seas of sexuality
Chosen not by the traditional
But inside the emotional
Weary of running from
Believing your soft
Utterances:
Swathed in passion
Want to give it all
Fear less of the fall
Leaving behind the doubt
Burying it deep
Left to real uncertainties
Continuous
Thirst for physical, emotional, spiritual
Consistency
Repeated insistency
Bleeding your pain
Your gruesome depilated emotion
This epic sweet sin
Crawling against
Scorned skin
Dying from with in
Fallen memories
Engorged
Meek demurs of
Vocal Plea’s
To return to love that lives
Here inside of
Me
MyHotComments This is one of the things I think about you.
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MyHotComments Another Truth From Me
MyHotComments Every Word os this is the Truth... And how I feel about you.
MyHotComments This makes me think of you. This is how I see you when I can see clearly.
MyHotComments My Worst Fear is having to live the rest of my life thinking of you this way. Ironically my worst fear is true some days. I think most times it because I can see what I don't want to see. Other days it is lost in your phone calls, your touch, your kiss. I miss an us that never was. I miss an us that could be. It's true that Almost doesn't Count.
MyHotComments Is it wrong that I want to be with you. Is it wrong that the way I am makes me, who I am? Most of all, is fighting wrong when I know it's the most important thing?
MyHotComments Enough Said
MyHotComments If you change the he to she...it was what I always thought we had and would have for a lifetime.
MyHotComments This thing I felt never knew gender. Sorry that I knew at the first glance that everything about you would change all that was insignificant in me.
MyHotComments Even if it means tearing down everyday. I will always try and show you what it means to me that you kissed me and you asked first. That moment I fell in love even when I didn't know how to love you. Even how I am still trying when the door is so closed.
MyHotComments Needs No Explanation.
MyHotComments Pictures are wrong the words are right
MyHotComments Trust...
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