Him & Her

xvii. Him

it's 2 am.

The cieling is plain and white

Glowing in the moonlight.

I don't know how long I've been lying here,

Eyes open, staring at it.

Imagining it to be the night sky full of stars,

And imagining you here with me,

Just laying with me

And watching the stars. 

But when we are lying under the night sky,

All it's beauty will be lost

Because it's nothing when compared to you.

It's simply not as beautiful, as vulnerable,

Or as perfectly imperfect as you.

I know for a fact now, 

There's no going back.

I'm not giving up now.

I'm never giving up on you.

On us.

You don't have to say your name.

You don't have to say anything. 

You just have to tell me,

In actions, if not words,

You just have to tell me that I'm not the only one

Staring at the cieling, every night,

Grinning like an idiot, 

Reminiscing over our little moments today,

Overthinking every little action, every word

Dreaming about your eyes, 

Imagining what it would be like,

To call you mine.

You just have to tell me 

That you love me.

Because I don't know what I'd do with myself if you didn't.

I'm far too deep.

Far too gone. 

The tide is getting higher

And I can feel my patience fading,

And after what happened today,

I simply can't ignore it, anymore.

I can't stand by and wait for you to come,

And watch you as I used to.

I need your touch. 

I need the smell of your lavender, your rose. 

I can't make do with the little eye contacts anymore.

I can't make do with watching you from behind the counter anymore.

I want more.

I can't help it.

I want more of you.

2:05.