Old Posts Pt. 5

December 7th, 2009.

A wave of safety and security.
Like I want to just keep listening to Johnny and June on repeat.
Like I can't get enough and my heart keeps racing.
Like my face is flushed and I'm breathing hard, but I'm in my room all alone.
Like you're in my head so much there's no room for anything else.
Like thinking of your smile brings warmth in my heart.
I've never before thought myself capable of this kind of craziness.
Tell me what you've done to me. Explain to me how you did it.
Teach me the in's and out's of these feelings.
Make promises to me and hold true to them.
Prove me to me this is real.
Show me.
Because I'm terrified.
It's like my breath was stolen away and I just want to be held.
It's like that moment when our eyes meet and the only thing I can see is you.
And when your hands are on my skin, good god I lose my mind.
What'd you do to me sir?
I can't make this kind of stuff up. And maybe its only temporary.
Maybe a month from now, when you go away for all that time, maybe it'll all fade away.
Maybe I'll just be a memory of someone who used to make you laugh.
Who knows honestly?
But I'm not scared. Not anymore.
I want this. I want your hands, your lips, your arms wrapped around me, your heart. I want it all.
I want you.