These words of mine.

And I think bout intimacy.
You and me laughing over our inside jokes, sharing affectionate names. Stealing glances, than catching each others smile. That glimmer in our eyes. The steady breathing, as we lie, palm to palm.

I feel deeply about opportunity.
5 hours bus ride, holding hands all through. Any chance to be together, to spent the night in your arms. The hotel bed we frequent weekly as we talked bout the future. And short video calls to soothe the ache from missing one another.

Sometimes we sit and feel regret.
The times we could have taken back from the stupid fights. Of spending time together even if it means just showering you. The lost kisses that could have been on our lips. Stained with love and intense desire. Of choices we could have took that didn’t lead to separation even if it was temporary. Sec, minutes. Seem so significant when it could had been time loving one another.

I think about promises.
I teared at memories.
I conjure perfection, happiness, contentment when I though of us.
Of intimacy, regret and opportunity.

These words scramble and gather, forming words. Phrases. Chapters bout us. I can never write it all. You are to me, the words in my heart unspoken and undefined.

Every step we take.
I’ll write it all down in my heart.
Forever and a day.

4 in the morning.

but it hurts, when i think.
when i let it sink in, it’s all over me.
i know you’re here, in the dark.
watching me sleep,

it hurts alot.

i give you everything that i am i’m bringing over everything that i’ve got cos i wanna have a true love, don’t wanna have to go & give you up.
stay up till 4 in the morning & the tears are falling & i wanna make it worth the fight. what have we been doing for all this time, baby if you wanna do,
come & do it right.

(icantsleepthinkingboutus)

9 February 2012

I guess the love wasn’t enough.