Him
I want to feel every drop of emotion he could rain on me , even if they’re nothing but fantasies, I’ll let them pour just to endure the ache of not having him.
I want to feel every drop of emotion he could rain on me , even if they’re nothing but fantasies, I’ll let them pour just to endure the ache of not having him.
I've never willingly given myself to a man like I did for him, I endured his stinging touches just to stay closer but God The more he did not listen the more those touches ignited to burning flames I just ran away ,and yet he did not care to look for the reason, I could never be the innocent I was before and it's weighing on me heavily. All for nothing but aching heart still spinning around his name like love card, how funny this image is, I after all am still pulled by his shadow into the dark. what pains me the most is that my appearance was all what captured his attention , was i not worthy of his time and mind, he did not care enough to bother pretending to listen , and that was the Strom that shook me off from the gentle rain drops I sincerely enjoyed.
Everything I long for, I miss how smart and thoughtful, so sophisticated he sounds in class, I miss listening to his voice explaining the lesson while locking eyes with him, I miss how affectionate and dreamy he looked while observing me, I miss how his eyes saw more than just my presence but pierced to my soul or at least that is how it felt, I missed Him ethan, the him I see outside that room . And even in our last encounter, farewell breeze in the room but I fear only I felt its presence, I was both relived and sad, but bitterness is always stronger than any sweetness.
He could never be entitled to the sea I poured for him to swim.