Is It You?
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
739
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Is It You?
Is It You?
When I feel the ghost of a caress on my cheek, is it you? When I feel a comforting hug just when I need it most, is that you? When a wave of lust takes my breath away, I know that's you. When I see things through new eyes, that's you too. When my heart is light, that is you.
When I need to feel connected, you are there. When I need surcease from my life, you give me that, too. I'm not hiding, just stepping back. It's the only way I can keep myself together. I miss you when you are not around. I can't figure out why I care. You are so right, I do not know you, and I shouldn't care.
Your pairts rts me, too. I know I shouldn't let it, if only to protect myself. I never was good at saving my own ass at the expense of others, maybe I could learn.
I know the most important thing I've learned is that the world is brutal, people are vicious, and that life was never meant to be fair. Thanks for making me think again. Maybe some day I'll get it right and become a brutal, vicious bitch, maybe its something I can practice. I don't know it's hard to change myself so completely, I'm not any of those things.
Is it you that haunts my waking hours? Yes, more than you will ever know. You make me think, realize some very harsh truths about others and myself. I'm not as tough as I once thought I am much stronger than I ever realized, and I am not as brave as I could be.
Is it you that steals into reamreams? Oh yes, I know that is you. You are the voice that speaks to my soul, to my heart, to me. I can speak freely with you and not be ridiculed, not be dismissed as insignificant, not be thought of as just a means to an end. You see me as a person, separate from your will. You treat my acts of selflessness as what they are, acts of loyalty, and not my defeat. I never give anything up; I'm too stubborn.
My heart is infinite, my soul is eternal, and my love is yours. I give them to you on paper because I cannot give them to you in real life, I know you would reject them. Guard them for the precious commodities they are.
When I feel the ghost of a caress on my cheek, is it you? When I feel a comforting hug just when I need it most, is that you? When a wave of lust takes my breath away, I know that's you. When I see things through new eyes, that's you too. When my heart is light, that is you.
When I need to feel connected, you are there. When I need surcease from my life, you give me that, too. I'm not hiding, just stepping back. It's the only way I can keep myself together. I miss you when you are not around. I can't figure out why I care. You are so right, I do not know you, and I shouldn't care.
Your pairts rts me, too. I know I shouldn't let it, if only to protect myself. I never was good at saving my own ass at the expense of others, maybe I could learn.
I know the most important thing I've learned is that the world is brutal, people are vicious, and that life was never meant to be fair. Thanks for making me think again. Maybe some day I'll get it right and become a brutal, vicious bitch, maybe its something I can practice. I don't know it's hard to change myself so completely, I'm not any of those things.
Is it you that haunts my waking hours? Yes, more than you will ever know. You make me think, realize some very harsh truths about others and myself. I'm not as tough as I once thought I am much stronger than I ever realized, and I am not as brave as I could be.
Is it you that steals into reamreams? Oh yes, I know that is you. You are the voice that speaks to my soul, to my heart, to me. I can speak freely with you and not be ridiculed, not be dismissed as insignificant, not be thought of as just a means to an end. You see me as a person, separate from your will. You treat my acts of selflessness as what they are, acts of loyalty, and not my defeat. I never give anything up; I'm too stubborn.
My heart is infinite, my soul is eternal, and my love is yours. I give them to you on paper because I cannot give them to you in real life, I know you would reject them. Guard them for the precious commodities they are.