iLoveYouWithaKnife
Bluelighter
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- Mar 30, 2002
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You hear that he is in town, living here again. It has been two years or so since you saw him. He meets you and the second he walks through the door you instantly get that feeling. Mark your words. He will be yours.
He tells you how good you look.
All these years.... thirteen, fourteen?
Who the fuck would have thought.
You already love the fuck out of him.
Because it is just so damn easy to.
He cannot be around you enough. And you want him there, all the time. You never wanted to be seperated from anything that long in your life. And it freaks you out. The way he makes you feel is something short of indescribable but can only match up to junior high romance. That feeling that you think will never fade because your innocense holds onto it for as long as possible. Remember how it felt before your jaded eyes covered it all up with that sadness? That "maybe I never will find the one that's compatible..."?
He completes you and you feel whole. You didn't realize how much of a huge piece was missing in your life until you heard him speak for the first time in years.
And you promise yourself that you will take away all his pain and sadness, as you look into his eyes- and you fall. Instantly, right there. You fall in love. Everything about him, everything around him... everything that he stands for is pure beauty.
You tell him he is beautiful as he starts to fall asleep. And you kiss every square inch on his face. And while he sleeps you start to memorize all the creases and wrinkles, the scars that tell stories, everything that is visible to your eyes. Because all those things are so important. All those things combined make up that four letter word.
And while you stare at the clock as he wraps his body around yours, clinging to you like he'll never hold you again, you wish that time wouldn't pass. The world could stand still forever and you wouldn't care because the way he feels against you is too perfect for words.
He tells you how good you look.
All these years.... thirteen, fourteen?
Who the fuck would have thought.
You already love the fuck out of him.
Because it is just so damn easy to.
He cannot be around you enough. And you want him there, all the time. You never wanted to be seperated from anything that long in your life. And it freaks you out. The way he makes you feel is something short of indescribable but can only match up to junior high romance. That feeling that you think will never fade because your innocense holds onto it for as long as possible. Remember how it felt before your jaded eyes covered it all up with that sadness? That "maybe I never will find the one that's compatible..."?
He completes you and you feel whole. You didn't realize how much of a huge piece was missing in your life until you heard him speak for the first time in years.
And you promise yourself that you will take away all his pain and sadness, as you look into his eyes- and you fall. Instantly, right there. You fall in love. Everything about him, everything around him... everything that he stands for is pure beauty.
You tell him he is beautiful as he starts to fall asleep. And you kiss every square inch on his face. And while he sleeps you start to memorize all the creases and wrinkles, the scars that tell stories, everything that is visible to your eyes. Because all those things are so important. All those things combined make up that four letter word.
And while you stare at the clock as he wraps his body around yours, clinging to you like he'll never hold you again, you wish that time wouldn't pass. The world could stand still forever and you wouldn't care because the way he feels against you is too perfect for words.
