Sometimes I really just wanna hold you.
No, I'm not sad or empty or lonely or hollow inside, I'm almost fine - I've got stuff working out for me, I'm enjoying life - it's one of those days where nothing can be perfect and still I'd find reasons to smile.
Yet, when I lie down at night and let go of all the noise and excitement and energy and simply relax, I find myself thinking of you.
You, and you alone.
Not of us, not of whether we still have a shot, not how things could've ended differently, none of the questions and doubts and what-ifs. It's just you and your essence- I want to hold you, skim my thumb across our hands, weave mine through your hair, tug you closer, see your shy smile when you look at me, your eyes when we kiss, to feel your hands on me as if I'm all yours.
And no amount of books or worries or memories or inner monologues can distract me from that. It's a simple, pure feeling - I want you.
Or maybe, I need you.
And I know that the only place where I'll kiss you tonight is in my mind, and just this time, it's not enough.
YOU ARE READING
--Bridges--
PoetryOne of the favourite lessons reading books has taught me is that you're never alone, not alteast in thoughts and words. There are others who think like you, feel like you and react like you. It's like that sometimes, our unspoken thoughts are the b...
