For you: In the middle of the still night, i am comforted by your breathing. I try not to wake you with butterfly kisses, thinking you’ll always be home to me. The image of your face outlined in the dark, Curves and crannies kissed by a scintilla of light from the curtained window, Almost like a photograph, almost like a dream. My love in black and white. -kitel
1 year ago
I.
On a cold and dull Thursday evening
I finally decided to meet you…
I was surprised
That when your eyes caught mine…
I no longer crave to be held by you…
The familiar thud inside my chest was gone…
It seems to me it vanish into thin air… along with the promises you didn’t keep.
Today, I’m certain I did the right thing…
I know I just did the right thing…
II.
When you ask me to spend the night with you…
I no longer feel the eagerness…
That earnest eagerness to hold you…
I no longer long for your warm touch…
I no longer long for your kisses.
All I want to do is to run home.
Run away from you.
This night would be our last…
Certainly
Our last time to see each other …
You see, I’m as cold as ice now…
I no longer desire even your slightest touch…
Sabina// February 19, 2010 (első tervezet)
1 year ago