I’ve closed my eyes to you;
shutting out the distilled beauty of your face,
covering my eagerness in most wanted darkness,
blinding myself to your hands not reaching for me,
Yet, in a blink, tears drown my whole world.
I’ve closed my mouth to you;
pressing lips together to stop a friendly smile,
muting against weakened pleas for…anything,
stilling my tongue from your phantom touch,
A sigh escapes through gritted teeth, one of regret and want
I’ve closed my legs to you;
locking my knees to stop any welcome advance,
squeezing creamy thighs in a stilted effort from following you,
crossing my Achilles in a demure posture of restrain and prevention,
Stuttering on faltering footfalls, I lead your shadow.
I’ve closed my heart to you;
masking my aching pump against your hard words,
tightening the leaky valves from pouring out everything I’ve ignored,
disguising the barbed need the pricks and pulls in indifference,
And yet I still idly wonder if my soul can bleed me of love?
Author notes
What hurts more- the lover that leaves, or the ones that returns over and over without true intent?
Lemme
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THis is outstanding, I love it!
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ROSE my ROSE! Thanks for the love.
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This is an awesome piece, I know just what you mean by the question, from experiences on both sides of the fence.
'And yet I still idly wonder if my soul can bleed me of love?'
Genius!
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Outryder
Thanks for the comment! Glad that you could see some of you in these lines- that's the best praise anyone can hope for!
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