lets me know you're not afraid to love me. Many of us step halfway in, and halfway out of our
emotions. I want to fully experience them. And let go. That's what all the prayer and meditation is for. I held you close, and you loved me, or at least tried. You were possessive, and I was sick for letting you be for so long. Sometimes it is healthier to let someone go. Me--I like to feel free as a bird, even if I date anyone. And the sad part is, it has to be on my terms. Jehovah knows my heart. Somehow I get plenty of love, plenty touch. Plenty words of wisdom. My needs are met, in an abundant, overflowing supply. And for some reason, it just gets easier. Day after day, I create my own boundaries for myself, pushing, higher. Some days I feel the weight barreling down on my knees, and I become afraid. I wish you knew that my love and evocation was absolute, and not confined to your walls. If you won't let up, I won't let in. You cannot break someone who can bend backwards, particularly if you are as rigged as you indeed are. I smell your skin, freshly showered, I close my eyes, rubbing each delicate inch. And I don't even need to know where I'm going. I just know you are close, and for me, that is enough. For me, love is enough. For me, beyond that mister, is way too much.
I wrote this to one of my admirers this evening, and thought it so cute, I'd like to share, don't ask why. My blog. My random bursts of nonsense, occasionally.
