A Medley Of Messages

L O W L A U G H

A boom.

So deep.

So pure.

It reverberates off the walls and touches my soul.

A touch so soft,

I melt into a puddle.

A low laugh,

pulling at every part of me.

A mass of threads,

being pulled on by a deep harmonic puppeteer.

I'm a mess.

You don't realize it,

but I am.

I put on a mask and hide it away from the world,

but what you don't understand is,

I miss you.

Your soft lips,

pink and languid.

Your touch,

rough but so damn soft.

Your low laugh,

easing my anxiety all on its own.

And,

I'm an idiot because I watched as you left.

I watched as you moved farther and farther away,

because that's how I thought I wanted things to go.

I listened as your low laugh disappeared and I regret letting it.

I regret it all.

Well,

not all of it.

I don't regret falling for you.

Maybe it was your low laugh,

or your big brown eyes.

Maybe it was your smile,

or it could've been your hair.

Maybe it was your deep voice,

or your personality.

Whatever it was,

It made me fall,

pretty damn hard,

and it hurt.

I don't regret letting myself get hurt though.

I don't regret sticking by you until the very end,

but I fucking miss you.

You and your low laugh,

so deep and beautiful.

Pulling at my strings,

toying with me.

Letting me become addicted and running away with my heart without a moment's notice.

If only I could hear your low laugh one more time.