Sutures that need sewing


well you got my attention with a missed connection, and nothing I seem to be doing has gotten yours in return. Even after our wonderful evening that we didn’t seem to want to end. We talked and time passed as though it didn’t exist. Even the moments of silence were comfortable. I remember catching you looking at me from across the table, your eyes were smiling so big. That night I kissed you with passion and freedom. I was gentle and honest. Now, I can’t get you out of my mind! I am going to think twice before I kiss someone in a bar. I should have asked you to come in that night. I’ll add this line to my song, “should I have invited you in, or are you afraid of falling”haha’… I know you had to go and should have been back hours before, and that I had to work early in the morning. But it had to have been the sweetest thing, it was so hard for us to stop kissing.
But now… I’m filled with regret… I shouldn’t have let us kiss for so long. I obviously was helpless. If I knew it was going to get so complicated we should’ve atleast got naked while we had the chance 😉 I just want to kick and scream and throw a little tantrum like a 2 year old, damnit! I’m trying to think what I am supposed to be gaining from this experience but so far its just been deep desire, frustration, and confusion. The seams have lost their stitching, and here I lie naked. Waiting for your warmth and soft eyes, that I fear will be unforgettable. I don’t think it as just you though, it was us. Our connection that created these feelings. Tell me what I did wrong, or that you don’t like me, or that you don’t want to be involved with me. So I can push you out of my heart, head, and other places that will remain private ;D I hate to say it, but I could see myself falling for you, its dumb though because you feel like your on the opposite side of my world. I’m starting to feel that way too.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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