I want to believe that good things can happen. Am i naive?
I saw you holding somebody's arm and I noticed the zips in your pants, the way you move and your eyes. I saw you having a smoke, texting and talking with your sister. I saw you waiting outside, moving your body, I melted to your femininity, the way you moved ur hips and ur gentle hand holding mine while looking at me with those big beautiful, so beautiful, so so beautiful, green eyes. I asked you being my friend. It always make me laugh. U didn't notice me but the beach broke us down, hug us down, warm us down, i confess i felt in love with you in less than a second. . Do u know what reincarnation is? I have no idea but I have to have met u before. Chemistry pales towards what I feel when I see ur eyes. U drained my energy like the craziest orgy would never do. I still have more than a doubt about it. How much fascinating can u be? I confess i enjoyed my Sundays with u. Hugging u. Can u be more spoiled? I love it.
I thought lies were out of the question. Maybe u r right. Maybe u r not lying, maybe u do wanted to protect us, to keep US but i know there r more secrets. US strikes through my blood like the craziest peaceful time, a movie, we shouldn't feel so fascinating for, thousands of hugs and a dirty kitchen, filled with bags of delicious eaten food. I would ran for anything u want, choke all throats and serve the blood as an appetizer standing in front u, telling u that I love u M.
That guy was right. Compassion hurts, growing strong enough to love the world yet empty enough to sit at the table with its worst horrors, oh, i love that phrase. I loved it so much and now i see a glimpse of its price. I cant find the way not to imagining u being nobody's, not being mine. It hurts too much. How smart would be somebody reading this? Will they understand? I hated the love with all my heart. Fear it. Respected it. Crazy huh? Am I not the responsible one ? I could have stopped it. I m sorry. I miss u so much, my eternal M, seeing u in this lifetime is an undeniable pleasure and an unstoppable pain, but the tiger keeps driving the bike ahead, while the owl reads Winnie the pooh. The tiger can't stop driving. The owl is smiling. Is happy.
The owl feels protected, spoiled and always, always loved in all possible ways.
