I've been trying to erase memories that weren't suppose to be but instead i find myself adding
a fantasy that would never be.
I've heard years back the saying "you'll forget people's words and actions
but never how they made you feel".
And what I've felt, it was completely immaculate.
The way he held me, ours legs entwined, smooth over hairy.
The way i seem to fit with him, like a puzzle piece.
The way i would turn, my back to him and his lips to mine, caressing
my lukewarm skin.
The way i wanted more but held back for my sanity.
I want him more than just physically, i want to feel him,
every stab, every fear. I want to look into his eyes and find honesty and love
That love that you thought couldn't exist, but somehow it's always been there.
I want him more than any other person will want him.
His imperfection over perfection, his flawed body towering over my damaged heart.
Because in any aspect you see him he is beautiful, as well as his mind.
It's creative, mine is messy.
It's free, mines is perplexed.
In total opposite, we attract.
Like messed up magnets, that stop working whenever they can.