Love Me

I'm caught yet again in this spiraling substance sending me into

states of curious sensory thoughts.
S**t, if only I could be the ligaments that keep your weary

bones in place, because, dear friend, I am aware of how far

you have ventured for true love's first kiss. If only I could tousle

your nerves, or pull you into my world, my journey to

become versatile. You have seen love act out on many

occasions and you anxiously attempt to find what it means. But

the words leave you in a quick rush of wind that blows the hair

away from your face as if trying to seep through your skull and

clear your mind. If my hands could make you tick, I would

make time endless, holding pieces of you in the safe suspended

gravity of my womb. The sky as you see it will always hold

bountiful fish with prophecies in their eyes, and the best part,

reaching out to catch one because who says the sky is the limit

when there are oceans of love that never conclude?
You create hurricanes in my stomach with winds so cold that it

makes my bones freeze. But you warm me with just the whisp

of your fingertips as they grace my skin like whipped cream.

The way you look at me, and the way you say my name;

priceless.

Your smile, a gateway to heaven. If only I could paint

it on the inside of my eyelids so that every time I close my eyes,

you're still there. I'm going to the ends of the earth to find you,

and if only you were mine we could swim the ocean together.

Please don't bring me down.
I'm going down the drain, crawling gently to the steel plate

only to fall down the hole into an endless place of darkness, the

water washing away your face. As I finally reach light,

there she is, in your arms while holding a smile to the extent of

her ability. and when she sees me from a distance as nothing

more than steam, her cheeks don't dare fall.
Even as steam I shrink under her stare floating, then falling, until

I am just a spec on the pavement, to be walked on, or to be

brushed away by her eyelashes and then cast into the black hole

of her pupils.

In the spectrum that is her eyes, I stumble upon

something familiar. It hits me as almost a century ago, but in her

eyes, far from the surface I find pure unconditional love. The

way she looks at him and the way her eyes glow at the sight of

him. I remember that expierence. It almost makes looking at

him loving, and all that she desires is that he returns with the same.
So soundly I sleep as the soft vibrations of the ground seize me

and once again I am nothing more that steam rising from the

pavement.

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems

Reviews

[Jessica]

this is beautiful as always, touching and sad D: i miss you

[darkgurl]

This is sad but yet hopeful in a way. You expressed your thoughts well

[I Am Svetlana]

Beautiful! I loved the imagery!!! And very well thought out and written. You have just inspired me

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this is the best thing in writing...release

[Myk Malice]

very heartfelt and sad yet optimistic in loosening the grip and finally letting go of something you once held dear.