Mine and Yours

A Story by LovelessWriter

the simple action that no longer happens

Hold me.

Wrap your tired, scarred arms around my thin, fragile frame and pull me into your heartbroken world. Squeeze me closer as your fears flood through the endless divine of your mind and tuck your head into my neck to hide from the unnerving presence of those who invade your world and have done you wrong. Trace your calloused fingers along my pricked skin to feel that I am here, with you, in every human way possible. And I will do the same. I will push my exhausted fingers through your tousled hair and rid your head of every horrifying dream that has ever dared caused a sleepless night. I will trace the strength of your jaw to outline your new beginning into this wondrous thing that we call 'us'. I will sweep the salted tears from your porcelain cheeks and nuzzle my nose to yours to scare the spine-chilling memories of the past, and hopefully run them from your life. I will touch my fingers down the column of your neck and the slope of your collarbones and smile at the way your skin chills beneath my fingertips. You hold me, and I will hold you.

Kiss Me.

Press your worn, chapped lips to mine to seal this odd thing we've managed of ourselves. Clank your teeth against my falsely straight ones and accidently bite my chapstick-covered lips to show the imperfection of this flawless moment. Peck the bruises along my arms and knees to heal them a little more than they would have healed without. And I will do the same. I will slam my anxious lips to your drained and weakened ones, bringing them back to life like your presence does to me. I will cascade my kisses down the raised scars along your arms to show the slices of your old life are healed now, and that there will be no more sorrow from this moment forward. I will peck the length of your chest, your arms to the tips of your fingers to show how much you truly mean in my life. You kiss me, and I will kiss you.

Speak to Me.

Tell me every twisted, frightened, allusive thought that you could never before morph into audible words. I want your words to crack my bones, and your tone to tear my skin apart. Let your words flow into my ears as if it is the last sentence you will ever speak. Speak to me about your passions, your desires, your wants, needs, what ifs and have beens. I long to know the story that has placed your life at where it is now, and where you strive to be. And I will do the same. I will tell you every fear and fright and tragedy that my body has been dragged through. I will allow you to see the vulnerable ache that lured inside my chest for far too many years. I will speak to you about everything I have ever wanted, ever person I've felt I've needed, where I want to be and where I feel I'll end up. If you crave to know the tale of how I became who I am today, I will tell you. You speak to me, and I will speak to you.

See Me.

See every cracked surface of my skin. See the light that burns behind my eyes that has been reserved for moments with you. See every tear that streams down my face and every crinkle that appears by my eyes when a smile is present on my lips. See the way I adore the sight of thrift stores and good books. See the way my hair falls naturally down in these long waves in which I truly hate. See how my nose scrunches at the smell of black coffee. And I will do the same. I will look at every scar that laces your otherwise perfect skin. I will beg to see the light behind your magnificent blue eyes in hopes that that light is mine, and mine only. I will watch the tears that fall down your flushed cheeks, cursing them for daring to cause you pain. I will look at the way your dimples sink into your smile, and cherish the sight before me. I will look at the paintings you preach to the canvas, and stare into vibrant colors that stain the white beneath in awe. I will look at the way your nose crinkles in distaste to those who are too naive to understand you, and do the same. You see me, and I will see you.

Be mine and I will be yours.