Little Love W***e

I scribbled this in my journal last year and always find myself coming back to it. I thought I'd share with you lovely fellow writers to see what you think.

It’s the damnedest thing how the way someone looks at you can make every feeling you didn’t even know existed suddenly surface. Like as if they’re setting you free and opening up doors that you never thought could be revealed to even the most worthy of creatures. Just their eyes alone have you captivated, hypnotized, on edge, constantly gripping the hope they’ve dawned on you as if it’s your f*****g lifeline, yet you don’t feel pathetic. You feel alive. So alive you could do anything, be anything, just let go and be the person you’ve always wanted to be.

I want that. I want to find that person more than anything this life could offer me. I want to be reckless, courageous-- and even, dare I say it, happy. I want to be riddled by their words, their breath, their touch. I want to feel scared, almost helpless. I want to be that for them. Be that with them. Be that always.

Call me crazy, but isn’t that what humans are? Desperate little love-w****s. Constantly wanting what they can’t have. Constantly craving what will never be in front of them. Hoping for lost causes and broken promises. Believing in more than themselves? It’s pathetic, really. But it’s also more amazing than any Heaven could ever be.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and like those w****s, unfortunately...they want and want, but when they get, they still find themselves lonely and dissatisfied...wishing something could make them feel content.

[Robert Parlange]

You are insightful with the observation. There is an old saying, “The heart never fills its wanting.” It is a human fault that we always want what we can't have. But I suppose that's what makes us human. We are like sharks; always moving forward. When we stand still, we falter. Nice writing. It makes me think. Can't ask for more than that.