Patiently waiting for no one to reblog this from me
Photo: Christina Cook
It’s the way he looks at me, like no one ever has. I crave the way he tastes, shockingly electric. Every love prior- insignificant. He is living poetry with a hint of magic. Unexpectedly he sings, my name, stains his lips. Every kiss only leaves me wanting more. Melting at the slightest touch, hand on my thigh, it’s not enough. You’re my favorite song, stuck on repeat. No longer afraid to fall, I’ve landed on both feet.
Heartbeats break so sweet. He left me on my knees, now I refuse to beg. I’ve learned to to stand solely on my own two legs. My soul still a bit dark, you lit some kind of spark, but something inside is holding me back, breaking me like a heart attack. I’m so back and forth on all of this bliss. Don’t want to let it go, afraid that I’ll miss. Yet I’ve forgotten how to trust, and my heart has had about enough. I can’t breathe so I choke, you say you’re in a fog, but are you just blowing smoke? Is this even fair, am I seeing something that isn’t there? Trying too hard my chest feels tight, just tell me that we’ll be alright.
I’m falling, falling, falling.
My bed smells like him and it just makes me want him back in it. He’s everything I’ve wanted for the past year and more in a completely unexpected package. He has the best smile and the kindest most sincere and loving eyes. Oh my god and his arms are big and strong and I’m literally swooning.