I look over at you and see the satisfaction that grows upon your face
I use to hate to speak of any words
But right now
I feel as if everything I say is right
And as long as I say something, anything at all,
You smile and you write it down.
When you write
I feel
As if you are drawing on me
Letting the feather end of an old fashioned goose pen
Softly
And
Smoothly
Run down towards my stomach
Feeling as if hundreds of butterflies have settled over my entire body
And are slowly opening and closing their wings;
Welcoming me
..
But under that there's another feeling
The feeling of suddenly being
wide-eyed
and
watchfulIn the middle of the night,
By a hand over my mouth,
And terror wiping away my entire existence,
Then sitting up and seeing ..
no one is there.
Leaving me with only the desires and longing for
your
armsFollowed by those beautiful words
I wish I could hear
over..
and
over again..
"Don't worry. I'm here."
Next comes the kiss that is suppose to make me feel safe once again.
However,
Underneath that is another feeling stillThe feeling of being
torn
openNot like flesh,
It is not painful as such,
But like a peach
And not necessarily "torn open" but too ripe and splitting of it's own accord.
Then,of course,
Inside there's a stone
A stone you wish to carve through
Though, I'm not quite sure if you will be happy with what you will see at my very core
Let's just hope that what I have in me will only leave you begging
For
more ..Part 1
Inspired by Alias Grace
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Within Eternal Flames
PoésieA time before you I barely made it through Though when I did I sacrificed so much that I believed I was a new Reality was, I was dangerously confused. I had forgotten who I was and did whatever I could to find out who the girl was that stood in the...