He tells me : I will have to leave soon
[In the last few hours I spent with the man of my dreams,I have come to the following conclusions.
1. I am utterly,totally,fucking insanely in love with the man from my nightmares.
2.Life feels like this little glass box that I'm trapped and IT'S SO FUCKING CLEAR but I can't get out.
3.Macedoine is one of the easiest methods to cut potatoes with.]
It's kind of strange,really. He's got me trapped,I'm barely falling over the brink of insanity but every time I feel his lips on my skin i can hear the selfish copious voice in my head telling me to never let him go. It's kind of like the mayflowers he liked to weave into my hair on his last days on earth and I swear to anyone who's up there watching me that I fucking love this man so much it drives me insane.
Here I am,discarding morals and values and ethics and LOGIC in all it's ability as I stand on this thin line between losing my mind and falling deeper in love with him each other. I've given him all my broken pieces and watched him turn my skin into a work of guerilla canvas,tell me he's lying when he sits me down,rubs his hands up my legs and whispers prayers in my ears.
He utters the bible with sweat dripping down his skin? See this man in front of you? Now love him.
Grab onto his skin,see how it's practically porcelain? Look at your muddy flesh,watch the way he describes a 100 shades of love to you every day.
See his eyes? Like the shreds of gossamer fabric holding me together,his evergreen tree bark brown and freckles on his eyes alongside his beautiful gaze,maybe it's not his eyes but the way he looks at me that makes him so beautiful
So he tells me :I will have to leave soon,my darling
And I don't want him to leave but I know he'll be back before the end of this month but it just hurts more everytime I let him slip through my fingers.
People go
but how they left
Always stays
