I
want someone to undress me. To take off the wall of hurt around me. Tear away
the pain, to see it raw. Someone to have me at my messiest. Throw the fear to
the side, or to leave it there and face it with me. Someone to conquer the
insecurity encasing me. To submerge them self in the reality of the messy world
that I have made for myself. I want arms wrapped around me in a way that I have
never felt them before. Lips pressed to mine with more passion than I am even
capable of possessing. Is that you? Will you find my smile to be breathless?
The eyes I was born with, will they capture you and allow you to get lost in
them? How about the silly things that roll off my tongue at random times will
you develop a love for them? Will you watch me walk out of a room and sit there
hoping that it isn’t long before I return? When we argue will you be able to
let the love you have for me be victorious? Will that be you?
I think the thing I love most about this is how vulnerable it is. Like you're actually speaking/beseeching the reader to love you and its not a talent that a lot of people have. I really loved this because it pulls at my heart because it reminds me of a time when love was easy and could cure any ailment.
I think the thing I love most about this is how vulnerable it is. Like you're actually speaking/beseeching the reader to love you and its not a talent that a lot of people have. I really loved this because it pulls at my heart because it reminds me of a time when love was easy and could cure any ailment.
19 and just trying to find my place in this great big world. Writing has been my savior for many years. Without it i am a lost soul full of too much going on in my head. I appreciate art, writing, and.. more..