Thursday, April 19, 2012
Random Writing: Intertwined obsession
I hope I have one of those moment where you grab me hold me tight against you. Brush the hair out of my face and look at me. Really look me.
You want to know what I see? Should I tell you?
I see someone desperate for acceptance but not willing to give anything in return. I see someone looking at the other side of the fence and admiring the green grass there contemplating whether to jump the fence or not because you know you want to. I'm looking at someone who thinks I'm a second choice. The other Option. I see someone whose eyes burn with desire, the feverish kind that will give me a euphoric high, but when done will let me drop and not be there to catch me when I fall. I know that, but you can see me too!
The worst of it all is that you know that your under my skin. That I can't get you out of my head and you play on it. Drag things out, tease me and taunt. But I know that I'm under yours too.
I hope I'm that one person you always think about late at night. When you're trying to get to sleep and it gets so quiet and everything is still, I hope you are kicking yourself for saying something stupid or looking silly... or just because you didn't say something you should of and the moment has passed you by. Do you care what I think of you? Does it matter really in the end? Is this as pointless as it seems to everyone else but you and I?
Even after all the doubts and wondering it's like I can't get enough.. you either. Is this all destined to fall?
I can't tell. Do I care? The answer is no. Because I still want you. I need you. You need me. You just can't be honest like I can.