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I heard you that night,
when you whispered my name and waited for some type of response.
I was so lost in the illusion of ‘love’
that my heart wouldn’t let my voice whisper back.
We laid still that night,
when we should have opened our hearts.
This damn illusion of ‘love’ lasting forever
stopped any kind of..I love yous.. from leaving this broken heart.
Your finger tips press against my skin
just hard enough for my mind to take this a different direction.
This horrible decision was worth making because of that response.
Timing can be so cruel
if I could have cut that moment out and pasted it years before
I’d be shedding more smiles than tears.
So you’ll fuck me
and I’ll fuck with your head
but that’s what we’ve always done best
So why fucking stop now
lies lies lies
we’ll do whatever it takes
to satisfy this fucking need
to fuck, to be fucked, and to fucking mess it up.
I would have told her to stop
if she made the move, she never made
but not right away, I would have let our lips touch just long enough
for it to be called anything but a decent kiss
and when she would ask why
in a seductive –I don’t want to stop- kind of way
I would have told her…
it’s just another memory to think of
on the lonely highways back home
and we’ve made enough of those
so lets leave well enough alone..
This is about the time
I slam on the breaks
And put this heart in reverse.
But the rhythm is off anyway
So I’ll ignore it and set the cruise
what’s a few more empty miles
I’m just the thrill of the chase
and you’re just the thrill of a kiss
so take your lost self and get far, far away
away from my head.. away from my heart
run as fast as you can.. before I catch up
…out of breath and wordless yet again
I miss falling asleep on your chest
I miss calling you mine- I used to take such pride in it
I miss feeling secure in a relationship
…a relationship that was anything but secure
she changed my life
I changed hers
and I probably didn’t even alter yours.
Stop making my heart beat so fast
…And can you tell me to breathe?
I seem to forget that simple task when I’m around you
Maybe you could even back up a little
Just enough to stop my lips from reaching yours
As long as we’re at it, stop looking into my eyes
Because that’s the worst fall of all…
The cover looked good enough… so I didn’t even care to read the summary. Not unlike my previous books- we flipped right to the end (climax and all). This book has taken years to finish. Every time I pick it up I can only get a chapter deep before this villain throws me into a downward spiral. So I place it back on the shelf, but it doesn’t take long for me to blow off the dust and get lost in this emotional rollercoaster some call a best seller. I’m becoming less and less intrigued by the cover and reading between the lines isn’t as fun as it used to be.
Inhaling your exhale
with a little less passion.
Swiftly touching lips
With a little less movement.
Holding your hand
With a little less spark.
Transitioning into an unknown friendship
Not quite the path I would take, but not far from it.
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