Stay

For my doubting heart that doesn't quite yet know what love really is. Another quick write.

Like this searing mug held between my hands,
thoughts of you make my skin swelter.
Your every touch, your tending hands running through my roots, making my hair sway.
You're unlike any other man with the look in your eyes that seems to unravel the layers around my heart.
I think to myself how it is possible for any man to look at me in such a way, a way of knowing without words that I truly mean something to you.
In my selfish desires I wonder why you love the things about myself I loathe most.
Even though I write words here, I am unable to speak in your presence.
How is it that I harbour such feelings towards you, feelings that I can not express and can hardly acknowledge.
Is it my fear of love or my love of fear that keeps me at bay, while I know that I want you, that I want everything that is you.
Yet doubt tells me the opposite.
It tells me to keep my distance, to runaway, to leave you behind because love is never simple, like ours can never be.
It is only when your arms encircle me, with your hush toned voice running through my ears like liquid that my doubt is silenced. Do not leave me. I must finally fight for something, for someone. Stay.

Reviews

[misha]

What a wonderful write. It is common to not understand how others love the parts of us we dont. To not understand the way in which we act around them, unable to control our speech, nerves, etc. Wonderful write!

[Riley Jules]

Why thank you so much :)

[misha]

You are welcome!