Trying

It's hard to break down my feelings for you.  I tried today, to think about how you caress me, how it feels when your lips touch mine, but I couldn't get deep.  I hate to say it but I've gone through this too many times before.  Times where our passion was like a maze, neverending,  his heart a book whose pages I couldn't wait to turn, our story one worth finishing.

I hate to say it but I've gone through this too many times before. 

I think that's why on a normal day I give you less credit than you deserve.  On a normal day I don't daydream about my hands running over your washboard abs or the clean cotton smell of your neck.  On a normal day I invite you to hang out and if you say no I'm not bothered.

I want you to do something, say something, to separate yourself from the rest.  Make an imprint in my mind, my heart, so I know its real, true and forever.  I want to know that these memories I have, the way you make me feel isn't a dime a dozen.  Meeting my siblings wasn't a mistake and being on speakerphone with my aunt wasn't too rushed. 

I feel what I feel and I love what I love, but I want you to make me feel and love for a reason.  Capture my heart, for a reason.



Love me.