You are everything I've dreamed up of and more. You are my light, my heaven, my earth. You are the reason why my heart aches and you are the reason why it beats. You are my best friend and my lover. You were my boyfriend and now you are my ex, but I still love you as if you were mine.
I love you like there is no tomorrow and I love you more with each day that passes. I love the way you look at me with those chestnut colored eyes and I love the way you bring me into your arms every time I walk into your home. I love how you make me lay next to you and make me tuck my legs in between yours. I love how you kiss my cheek and make me turn my head to kiss your lips.
Every time I kiss you I feel like I'm entranced. I feel like I'm melting and you catch me in your arms before I turn into a puddle. I can whisper 'I love you' against your lips and you still say it back to me. You still remember small things that I like, such as how I love my hands to be held when you make love to me. (Is it still making love even if we're not together?)
I miss you every day and I wish I could see you like I used to. I always tell you that I miss you, and sometimes when you groan I swear that it means that you miss me too. You still pout every time I say that I'm going to leave and go home before my mom finds out that I've been with you. Sometimes I like to think that you'll ask me to be yours again. You told me that you think about being with me again sometimes, but I don't think you'll ever ask me to be yours. I feel that you enjoy your freedom, even though you say that it's whatever.
Maybe for Valentine's day, I'll ask you to be my Valentine or something.
Maybe if enough time passes, you'll ask me to be yours.
YOU ARE READING
I Was She
Poetry[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
