It's midnight and all I want to do is text you,but my mind is hesitant as I make an attempt. I spoke to your best friend today and all it did was engulf my heart with a feeling of heaviness.
I miss your skin , I love the way it's smooth surface felt beneath my finger tips and the feeling of your breath on my lips. You torture me in my state of 'high' whilst you look at me with an expression of hunger glazing your emerald eyes. I remember when we were younger you had portrait insecurities,so I got a friend to sketch you and turn you into art.
I didn't know beauty before you , you stopped my whole world and splashed colour on its dull exterior. When I think of what a women should be , your soul is the embodiment of mother earth. Your roots bare fruits that feed life into this planetary relm , your flash on mine creates something so blissfully euphoric. I used to whisper these things in your ear , simple sentences that I hoped would convey how much I care , words are all I have , sometimes I am still stuck in my head , trying to listen to the voices creeping in.
I've gotten knew friends , I have yet to utter your name to them. Your lips are soft sucking firmly on my own , my hands between your thighs so blissfully ,I almost miss the sounds you make for me. Fuck , why can't we just go back to the way it used to be ,when shit was comfortable? When I was at ease with slowly falling in love with you.
I was so young , I didn't know how to let my guard down for you. I cannot fight for you right now , not when I am still scared of giving my heart to you. We're still youthful , maybe we'll meet again when maturity has made soldiers out of us.
-Liyah Smith