I used to think i was simple....
I didnt..and dont understand why he couldnt see what i wanted from him. I didnt want dinners, flowers, nor poetry. I wanted..him. All of him. His doofy quirks, his sarcastic smile, his lush tendencies, his intermittent mood swings..all of it. thats what i wanted. him. Why cant he just look at me and tell that what i crave is his attention. His company. A glimpse from him. His embrace.
Clearly frustrated, he yells "what do you want from me?" This is it. The perfect moment to say "I want you to want me" or "I want you to love me" or "I want you to miss me" or"I want you to need me" This was it. The perfect moment to divulge what i've been holding in! I had the chance once, when I was on top of him...it was then when he grabbed my face and looked in my eyes...there was the chance to tell him. Tell him that i loved him; and that from THAT love came a pain so pure. Shoulda told him that it kills me when he's with her and how i dont understand what makes her better. But instead I just kissed him roughly hoping that his lips would seal my lips from speaking those blasphamous words. I kissed him roughly hoping that he would be so blinded by the lust that he would forget that in that split second he looked into my eyes, he saw my soul. His yelling brings me out of that quick flash back. Again he yells, "What do you want from me?" and I, I say...
NOTHING.
Tears roll down my face as, with much pride and guard, I whisper "I dont want anything from you."
hmm, I used to think I was simple...
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