One's Pondering

Prisoner

A/N: Just wanted to make a short story about random things... Here is one. The song is called Prisoner by The Weeknd ft. Lana Del Ray. I love their vocals and this version of the song. I don't take any ownership of the song or the lyrics, it fully belongs to it's creator/artist. I hope you enjoy~!

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Trapped by my own desires, I am here now. I couldn't get enough of you, filling me whole. I couldn't imagine a moment without you. Your touch, your scent, your laugh, your smile, it somehow completes me. You bring good to my lonely life, honestly It's hard for me to look into your eyes. It's hypnotizing, once I stare into it. I become stuck, unable to move. Like a moth attracted to the hot flame, I come to you.

The days we spend together is exhilarating, the adrenaline pumping fast in our veins. When, I say that I would be nothing without your love I feel the rush and it's amazing. No matter how hard I try and hold myself back I can't stop, it's all too intoxicating.

Maybe I've been always destined to end up in this place, yeah. I can't stop, not now, maybe never. I have to keep walking. Tasting the forbidden fruit, it's hard to turn away. I can't help but look at you. I don't mean to come off selfish, but I want it all. Your every being, I want you by my side. My arms wrapped around you.

Could this be love? You replied, "Love will always be a lesson, let's get out of its way."

I didn't question and I fell deeper. Lost it it's world of maze with no way out, I'm a prisoner to my addiction. I'm addicted to a life that's so empty and so cold. I'm a prisoner to my decisions. It's so easy, yet so hard. This is the vicious cycle that we play.

I look up at the screen and see you on an advertisement, you mesmerized anyone that ever laid their eyes on you. Our lives are in two different world, only in that room do we come together. That is our secret that we can never tell anyone. That night you said, "I think I've been in Hollywood for too long. Cause I can feel my soul burning, feel it burning slow."

I fall into a daze listening to the sound of your voice. You talk about your life back in Hollywood, your friends, and family that are there. Then you touch my cheek and stare into my eyes with your starlit eyes, "But I would be nothing without (your) the touch. I feel the rush and it's amazing."

You gently smiled and our foreheads touch, "Maybe I've been always destined to end up in this place."

We made love that night, hot and passionate. Our scorching hot flesh rubbed against each other, it was if we were trying to meld our bodies together. We looked up at the stars together and you softly whispered, "I don't mean to come off selfish, but I want it all."

I kiss your lips and our fingers interlock with each other. We laid in bed, listening to each other's heartbeat and breathing.

The days we spend together becomes shorter and shorter, and we become more irritated by it. Like a switch, our feelings turn on each other. The last night that I saw you, you repeated the same words, "Love will always be a lesson, let's get out of its way."

Though unlike before, I understood what you meant. I leaned over and kissed your lips. That was the last night that I saw you. A week went by, and then it turned to two. Then I saw it and I broke down. Clutching my head, I couldn't help but recall your words. Finally answering it, tears fell down my eyes. Cause I know, all I know, all I know. We were never meant to be.

In the times that we were together, we burned fierce and brightly. But it burned too fast.

I often find myself awaiting you in that room. I'm a prisoner to my addiction. I'm addicted to a life that's so empty and so cold. I'm a prisoner to my decisions. I know that you won't return but still... I come here every night hoping that you'll be there on the other side of that door.

The days blur by, I can't even keep track of what day it is anymore. Still, I left everything of yours in its place. Untouched, in case you walk through that door once more. My phone charged if you ever call or text me. I don't know(....) I get so wrapped up in a world where nothing's as it seems and real life is stranger than my dreams.

I could hear the pitter-patter of the rain outside as it hit the window. The room is entirely still as I gazed outside of the window. It reminded me of that night where we first met.