What 2 glasses of wine will make me do
I wrote this last night after a little too much wine. My head starts to wander off and I straddle the line between the "real" world and fantasy. I saw myself running through silver woods with jagged branches reaching out at me. My dress was long and black and my hair was long curly and wild. I really shouldn't drink. Please don't laugh at this. I hate what I write, but thought I would post here anyways. Maybe I can come back in a year and laugh at how stupid I sound. Hee hee.
I run through the night away from your arms that crave to caress me. The trees reach out to tear at me pulling away the years of armor I've built around me. Scared of what I might feel if I get to close, but craving the warmth of your embrace. The moon is shining down giving me no place to hide. Then I feel you behind me as you pull me in. At first I fight, but give in when I finally begin to trust. In the end you'll cut another piece of my heart out, but I can't leave. I love you to much. The agonizing circle begins to go around again.