You called me SweetheartA Story by Christina2You called me sweetheart As if I were a toy A body To kiss To touch As if I were a little girl You were playing with In the shadows In the back of your mind And that’s when I knew. You told me you don’t understand me And I pressed my hand to your heart and closed my eyes Feeling your warmth, your arms tightly around my waist and I Pretended that you would Eventually Understand You swore you loved me in texts full of glitter and roses And I knew then that you loved the idea of me Again You were again pretending and begging for love, to be wanted, to be adored And it was not me That you loved And me… I loved you For you Because I knew The truth Of you You were not a secret to me And when you touched me It touched my heart to the depths Because no one has ever loved me as lovely as you loved me with your tender soft lips Deeply gently in the light of the room caressing my skin in the beginning of us in the middle of us but not in the end of us when I was a body a presence to occupy your lonely moments the in between times of your days And I knew then That it was only the moment of that kinda love It would never last And I knew But my mind held on To what I thought was you How could we know the outcome of what we held onto so tightly And let go And grasped And let go And I swore to myself to live there, in the beautiful moments, and feel them tenderly for what they were Love It was love And I wanted to be loved like that so badly So very badly And I pretended it was going to last Forever I planned my life with you In my mind With you For what we wanted so carelessly Playing in this world of lovers without feeling sometimes Evading and pretending That passion was all we needed. And we held lightly, Again and again… letting go And holding on And letting go Confronted countless days of agony Tears Painful ignorance of Loving glorious free moments And we let go And then Thought we had it right And held on for Forever… In the end, You wanted my every moment And I gave you them all But it wasn’t enough And we let go forever You held me Wishing for Forever I knew That it was only for then I knew And I wanted A forever 1/30/2011 9:00 pm © 2011 Christina2 |
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Added on January 31, 2011 Last Updated on January 31, 2011 AuthorChristina2ILAboutI am standing on a stepping stone, above the water, on my toes. Teetering in the past and toward the future. Not quite ready to let go. To trust, without faith. Control.... So, here I.. more..Writing
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