Form of Insanity

Lets see how many of you romantics fight with me.

Poems of Loving's,
Songs of a dove,
What sudden foolishness,
That we have come to love.

Little excuses that we have seen and heard. Whats the use of having so many distractions? So many disabilities. Vulnerabilities. Why would someone opt for that? I'll show you. Listen carefully, my sweets.

I walk to the door, and notice that it's hanging wide open.. my eyes grow wide as if I were a doe, being hunted. I take a quick breath. Make a decision.. I say to myself. What to do? Go in? Face the unknown? Or should I run.. should I hide? I should have left then. I should of trusted myself.
Instead I muster up my courage, and I walk through my threshold..
walking through the entry way, I stumble for the light, for any source of recognition.. except.. the lights are already dimmed...? What the...?
Finding my legs, I continue walking, with the dimmed lights lighting my way.. to the kitchen, so beautifully decorated. With rose petals so gracefully discarded, I find a tall, dark, and known man. and for a moment, I am greatful for my distrust.
I run into his outstretched arms and take a deep breath of him, as if I can forever carry him in this scent. Even if I could, I think, it would never be enough.
"Hello Dah-ling." he says in the delicious accent of his. Oh, I could melt.
"Hello" I smile the way he told me he loves and I know that I've got him wrapped around my finger..
I clear my throat and put my finger to my lips for a brief second, I take it away, just as he leans down to kiss where it has left. I smile and put everything I am into that one kiss. Tell him everything, in that one kiss.
We pull back at the same time, each with that dorky smile you find on all couples faces. I feel warm, I feel safe. I feel..... healed.

Isn't that correct? The feeling of safeness. Of being whole. Warm and loved. Being special. Is that the only reason why we are so... delighted at the thought of finding our soul's match. Of finding that perfect person. Isn't that why we end up breaking our hearts over and over again? Should we look at that.. from his perspective?

Using the key that she gave me, I open her door. I look inside, and its as black as the night that lingers outside. I scowl into the darkness. Why must she be jealous? Why can't she just let me have my fun? She should know that all I love is her. Why can't i have my fun with this girl? I take out the box of rose petals and throw them across the ground, not caring where they land and I put a candle on the table with two plates, I put the mac and cheese box on the counter, and I sit and wait.
.. After 30 minutes she comes walking into the door, oh my. She looks like a startled deer. How pathetic. I plaster a smile on my lips and see her face light up with recognition. She comes running into my arms like one of those stupid romance movies. I open my arms just in time for her to bury herself in them. I smile a little bit, I have to admit.. when she is like this, she is sweet. Its a shame that I'm not looking for sweet. I pull back away from her.
"Hello Dah-ling" I know this is what she loves to hear. Why not give her a few things, before I have to leave?
"Hello" she smiles.
Next thing I know, she is putting her finger to her lips and I know that she will let me kiss her, so I do. I feel her kissing me back with a smile, and soul. Or is that only my imagination...?
We pull back and we both smile at each other.. Maybe I'll get lucky tonight, I think.

Author's Note

Hurts like a B doesn't it?

Reviews

[Lunar Lightning]

This is exactly the kind of thing I like to read. I wanted to puke up what little I HAVE eaten today at that first part in her perspective, but I smirked and laughed a bit at that last part. Very well written and drenched in your voice. Very nice.

Luna

[alicia b.]

I like this. It's a little confusing at first, but it comes together very nicely. Good job! :)