Hopeless
Oh, my one that got away ~
How one kiss.
One touch.
One word.
One moment.
One breath.
Could change that.
But I respect you
And what you say you want now
Although sometimes I don’t want to.
Sometimes I want to kiss you, feverishly.
Sometimes I want to taste you.
Touch you.
Tangle my self around you
Like I’ve got nothing else to do.
Then I want to scream.
You frustrate me.
I frustrate you.
Because in the end we are both lying to ourselves
Saying we’re okay with different things and other people
We’re not.
It’s true, this is fire raging hot.
And we keep getting burnt
And we keep fueling it
Because we’re addicted
To the taste.
Touch.
High.
I hate how we lie.
We lie because it’s easy
Because the truth is difficult and hopeless.
- a series of random thoughts
~ princess1311.
