All fingernail and rib cage. I haven't stopped thinking of you, or wishing I had woken up to you. I still wish I could see you all the time. Anywhere. We aren't compatible. We are nowhere close to perfect couples and I know they don't exist, but we are not like them. And we will probably never be like them. They are made of nerve and they sleep with their hair in knots. I wake up with my tongue in knots and I am made of clay. I hate this about myself and I hate that about you.
This reminds me of where I was 3 months ago. Laying in my lovers bed. She had the most perfect face, with a mind that was wonderful. And yet, I knew that being there, in her room, with her wasn't enough. It wasn't me that she wanted. And I want someone who gives their love freely.
ReplyDeleteSo I wrote this:
My minds thoughts echo with the desperate need
For me to be present
Here
With you
Now.
In this room
Which I've gotten to know so well,
Your room
Which has housed us as lovers
For a few months now.
But I am tired
And anxious,
With a broken heart,
And I fear the rising sun,
For I know what the morning will bring--
That looming repetition
Which will see us
Building layer upon layer,
Forgetting to know each other
With all of these clothes on.
Realizing only after you're completely dressed
Any tying up your shoelaces,
That there was something tangible
In the way that we laid there;
Naked, our marks exposed.
Diana-
DeleteYou are so beautiful. Thank you for sharing. I am so blessed with our friendship. Please write to me more often. :)
xx