| Current mood: | in pain |
| Current music: | white flag-dido |
"take what you want. give nothing back."
i feel them. i taste them. i see them fall. is there a point to their existence? are they misplaced? my only release. my only comfort. i was numb as we spoke. as you spoke. they reminded me that emotion still courses through me. quickly they formed and quietly they fell. my vision was obscured and yet i saw you as clearly as ever. your eyes and smile. your graceful stride as you approached me. i knew what i'd feel when i reached out, but did so anyways. i reached out and grasped air. more came at that. did you know by my silence? did you infer by the lack of words what was coming forth instead? they mar my face now as i write this. they know no limit. weakness? maybe. confusion? some. fear? a bit. love? yes. how could these things be from love? because the question that's causing them is: do i love you enough to let you go? don't let this be our last sunset.
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