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on the face of it,
i'm kooky. like a coffin nail ;
i'm bent, crooked, twisted and looped.
arched and kinky, wayward and warped.
set in concrete, you can't change me. |
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1:54 AM, There's No Comfort In The Truth, Pain Is All You'll Find.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
In that one touch, i feel that tinge of euphoria. And then my heart reverberates against my chest as i shiver, relishing in your embrace. In there, i forget the world around me, as i flood my memory with happy times. I suddenly find it easier to swallow the bitter memoirs away. Everything just seemed easier than they were before. In that one touch, i feel the presence of sadness too. I suddenly can't look you in the eye, because i fear i might tear up. I don't understand why i feel so frightened. And i suddenly realise that i fear losing what's mine. YOU. I'm selfish, and i know it. I don't want to screw things up. I wonder why your simple words can get me teary, and i wonder how the feeling stays even after the fifth time i read those words. I can't explain how whatever you do affects me, and how you touch my heart even when you're laying half asleep on my lap. I can't explain the feelings that rush into me as i look at you peacefully sleeping, all huddled up like a baby. I can't explain why my eyes suddenly get all prickly, and why everything i see suddenly seem so hazy. And as i stroke your hair and your face, taking in the contours, and how your lips are shaped, i can't help but smile, thinking how natural this is. But as you open your eyes and smile at me, i look away. I look far away, and i realise that i am afraid. I feel that speck of fear deep inside, because i secretly know that forever would end someday, somehow. I've watched others go in and out of that phase. But with you, i know i can't face that. I know i just can't. you are just so special to me. |