Faith, so easily restored
in the one who rejected me... time and time again.
One look from this devilish, yet so heavenly creature,
sends electric chills running through my skin.
A look that says what he wants and knows I'll give it to him.
A touch so rare these days that reels me into memories of yesterday.
A head on my shoulder or a hand on my leg.
Placed ever so casually,
yet sends love shooting through my entire body,
hitting the very core of my soul.
He knows what to do to make me love him again.
Seems to make me forget the sorrow that the day-after brings.
Once again, I lose control and let my heart take the upper hand,
because he asks me to...
and because I want to.
(This one last night won't hurt.
I promise this will be the last time)
This I repeat to myself as I give into temptation
and nibble on his earlobe and pray for him
to love me like he used to.
I pray that after the night's over with,
he'll take me in his arms, submerge me in his warmth
and tell me he can't live without me.
I just want to scream out all the things I wanted to say
when we were arguing.
How I just wanted to let go of our fight
and kiss him and let him know
that the little things didn't really matter all that much..
How I wanted to do everything for him
but held myself back so it would be a sweet surprise when I did it
How I could still never picture myself
without his playful grin and loving arms
wrapped around me so tight that I can't breathe. Don't wanna beathe.
Don't want anything to spoil this wonderful moment.
Wrapped in my warm blanket of contentment.
He slowly sits up.
He stands up.
He walks away.
And I know I've lost the only opportunity I had to grab his heart
and make him realize that he can have the world from me
if only he asks.
Because I forgot to tell you I love you.
And life's too long and cold here without you.
I sit.
And I await his return.
