Sunday, 17 January 2010
12:08:44 AM (GMT)
We lid there, in the grass, staring at each other with intensity that a angry spring
Now we run there, away from each other.
We Can’t handle it.
Our love is Demolished.
Well yours might be.
Take my hand, I’ll caress yours, and then suddenly drop it.
I need to get away. You whisper in my ear; you can’t.
Oh so true.
You need help.; Give it to me.
I’d love to.; Then do it.
What am I trying to resist again?
My mind is jumbled, and instead of dropping your hand and running, I stare into your
true eyes. And I know I’m home.
Where’s home? You’re confusing me. ; home is with me silly.
Feels like it.
Is your love truly demolished?
Because my painful, heart clenching, love for you still clings to everything that
I can’t believe it.; you don’t need to.
I need to leave you.; please don’t.
And you know now that you’ve asked, I can’t/ And I won’t/; haha.
I frown at your cruel laugh.; smile baby.
You touch my face, and obviously I smile.
I feel my cheeks getting warm as your eyes burrow into mine.; I missed that.
You lightly brush your hand against my rosey cheek.
My heads screaming ‘Leave me alone!’ But I know I can’t leave you alone.
I love you. ; I know.
I have the sudden urge to cause you pain.
I lift my hand to do so, but you stop it and tangle your fingers in mine.
I hate your tricks.