eternity | vk

eleven

we haven't kissed

in two weeks.

i stare at your lips,

and they're drawing me in,

yet i can't seem to grasp onto that feeling

for long enough.

i hate that.

i hate myself.

i want you to make a move,

and hold me tight

and never let me go,

but you're shying away

like the sun in the clouds.

i want to do something with you,

anything.

i want you to ask me again,

"is something wrong?"

and not nod and frown

when i deny it.

i want you to berate me

until i tell you the truth.

but

i'm just so frightened

of losing you

like water

slipping through my fingers.

(don't let go.)