Coward
Have you ever wanted to love someone so fucking much that your heart hurts? I do. So much. I want someone to tell me that the world is a better place. Filled with people that treat others with kindness and care for the environment. I want someone who can tell me that they care for me even in my darkest of moments. The times where I want to run from everything that I know. Times where I want to crawl up into a hole and hide from the world. I want their hand to reach in and help me pull myself out. I want them to cradle me in my sleep and tell me that everything is going to be ok into my hair. I'm scared though. I'm scared that it will never happen and I'm scared that I'm too much of a coward to find it. I know myself too well. I'm a coward.
Have you ever wanted to reach over and touch someone so fucking badly? I do. So much. I want someone who needs me just as much as I need them. I want there to be an instant where I look into that person's eyes and know that they need comforting. I want them to notice when I need it too. I want relaxing Sunday mornings where the world fades as we lay in bed together, in complete silence. I want a touch, a feeling, an emotion. A love, a lust, an infatuation. Anything. I know that it's a hand away from me, but I'm too scared to take it. I never want to be hurt again. I have no idea if I can do it again. The cycle. Pick up. Clean up. Rebound. Betrayal. Repeat. I keep thinking that my someone is close and that I need to keep trudging on. I'm scare though. I'm scared that it will never happen and I'm scared that I'm too much of a coward to find it. I know myself too well. I'm a coward.
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A Collection of Imagines
ПоэзияThese are some poems that I have created over the years that I thought I should share with someone. These poems are based off of people that I find really attractive, so please enjoy. Normal - you Italics - them Slight smut warning.