I am human.
I need to be loved.
I love to be needed.
I love your soft, sweet gestures that whisper your unspoken words.
Lingering glances that say, "I want you."
Constant touches that say, "I need you."
Kisses that say, "I love you."
Your body has always spoken to me, you know?
It speaks volumes to your every word.
You never have to speak, because i can always tell
Exactly what you mean to say.
I'm aware that when you glance at me,
You're simply trying to tell me you want me.
I'm sure that when you touch me,
You're just much too embarrassed to say you need me…
I'm positive that when you kiss me,
You mean to say you love me…
That is… these are true in my meticulously re-designed world.
My world, i think, is imaginary,
A world constructed by me.
A world of stories i write to tell myself, when my heart is hurting the worst.
A novel of odes i whisper to myself, when my soul is bleeding the most.
To comfort my soul.
They're lies i tell myself.
Little grey lies
That hurt no one.
No one, but me,
In the end.