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by ~*Sachi*~ Jul 17, 2006 category : Love, romance / desired love
I can stop myself from turning when I hear his name. I am quenching my lust, minute by minute, slowly. There is no "him and me." I can stop myself from looking at him as he walks by. As long as I stop that, I can, hopefully, stop thinking about "him and me." I can stop imagining him, clothed or bare, because he is NOT there; it is simply air. Yet when I look again, he waves, then disappears, confirming my overwhelming fears. I can stop watching him, stop showing off for him. I cry, knowing he isn't worth it; this saves us all, or so I think-- only I have to take the fall. But how can I-- how can I-- expect myself to listen to me? Dry my tears and ask again. A mask, mine, keeps slipping. Skeep evades me. But how can I stop him? He sets my heart aflame. To him, it's a game. He makes my heart pound if I hear his name or see him around. He makes my hands sweat. It's like him and I have a personal bet: "You know you want me." "I do not," I reply falsely. He and I know it's a lie. We both know my need, yet I refuse to heed. I'll give in, eventually, I guess, and I know he knows. But how can I balance on this rim and not fall in? I love him.
by Tina Carr AKA Snickers
OoOoOoOoOh! i really like this one 5/5, definitely u have some real talent never stop writing love tina < 3
by Tormented
Greaat poem! Just keep writing! Loved it sooo much This one is one of ur best ones! Keep it UP!! 5/5 xx