Him, Enduring

by The Queen of Spades   Nov 17, 2006


He pushes me into a place I cannot stand
A place I lose myself in,
Where I have no control.
The love I hold in the darkest depths of myself
Becomes a straightjacket for my heart
It's all driving me to the brink of insanity.

But despite all the suffocating confinement
And the pain ensuing from my lack of control
I still cannot let go...
And then I ask myself--
Why?

Because the place he takes me to is so warm
His eyes suck me into a beautiful oblivion
His arms hold the pieces of me together
Keeping me from shattering

His mouth discovers me in a way like no other
His voice soothes my soul, quiets the storm
His ears hear me, listen, without any judgment
And his body seems to mold perfectly into mine

But this is only a fleeting moment
More fiction, than fact
More of a far-fetched notion of romance
Than a solid, concrete reality
And despite the way he makes me feel
I will never lock eyes with him again
Nor be held in those arms.
And never again kiss those lips.

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