I couldn't sleep last night and the words just came...its not a poem, i don't think. It doesn't have any sort of rhythm but it was my thoughts just spilling out on the paper...
Lies you told in the heat of the moment. Plans we made during pillow talk. Were you blinded by the passion, the haze of the lust we held for one another?
I took these words seriously.
Carried them with me throughout my day.
They rocked me to sleep at night.
The notion or idea that I could build a future with someone intrigued me. I pictured our kids...a boy for you, a girl for me.
But then...these visions started to fade before my eyes.
The ignored phones calls, unanswered texts, the broken promises.
Reality struck and the fairytale I was planning was hit. The force of the blow rattled it so hard that it couldn't be recovered. My love went away. The only thing I thought would stay, left.
The epitome of a summer love. It left me broken, tarnished and filled with gut wrenching pain.
I need a man that would fiercely protect me and my heart, care about this relationship as much or more than I do, carry my heart in his hands like it was his own, take me out without my urging, meet my parents and spend holidays as a couple, build a future with me, text/call me without me having to do it first, tells me he loves me randomly, buy me flowers, have long talks about the future of US, love me the way I deserve to be loved, stimulate my mind and body, look at me like I was the most important and beautiful person to him at that very moment, allow me into his heart and to love him, allow me to give all of myself while giving me the same in return.
No lies. Just love.<3
