And she’s there, sitting inside the golden ratio as beautiful as ever. Me? I am on a parabola with no ends at all four corners. My destination is infinite and if I must get what I want then off this path I am to stride. But what is there isn’t sure of anything about herself right now and this is just an example of my helping hand and thirst for personal connection; an impact, a memory, a kiss.
And then there is the thought of distraction. Are the one’s in which I am meeting right now just pure distraction, something for me to chase after? And if the time were to come where a decision was necessary, no, needed, would I be the one to wave the flag and walk away? Am I a whore? Are my words too much for myself? I believe so because I am completely reading a blank and running amok in this cubicle of independence. Though being successful is all I ask, and no relations are wanted on an official level, the advancement on the company of said person would be highly appreciated.
Consider this the closest my heart can get to writing a love letter right now, girl. I don’t do it often. And I hate being blunt. But so be it; your energy, though you claim you lack it, is there and your smile; gorgeous. Yeah, I talk to other girls and tell them things but soon after, I only wish I was telling them to you. I am here, you can call me yours if you want…we don’t need the physical contact, just emotional connection, smirks and winks. I want to see those perfect teeth smiling back at me and then feel that beautiful head of hair upon my shoulder, maybe your hand in mine. That’s all.
And if this day comes, know I hope to never abandon you but I do have personal plans that will go through. Though miles apart, you’ll forever be beside me and the care we share wouldn’t wither and die like the false ideals of love. This is a growing experience and a personal bridge to my heart whenever you want to skip the traffic and come straight home.
….I can’t believe I just wrote this crap…but I guess I needed to let it out.
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