Pefect Fingers
Here i am yet again, butterflies pounding into my nerves and stomach. i cant help but think about her, all the time. OMG i never thought id feel this again, shes amazing and yet she's more distant than distance can claim. I ask for trust, she denies it, i ask for opening up, she reciedes into the world shes set for herself. shes afraid of putting me in any situation of anger or hurt, im a big girl i might cry but im not broken. i want to feel the pain she could possibly inflict, thats what a relationship is all about, being vulnerable, chances, life, love, living, truth, trust, honesty, sex and anything you tie into it. i havent experienced this in soo long, almost 2 years, and now that im grasping and lunging towards it. She has to allow me access, she is the bridge i need to cross before accepting my new found livelyhood. Now why cant she trust me, god my eyes smart with salty emotions, theyre running through me, my veins hurt with longing, they need a shot of reaction, passion, exhileration. Anything to take this inner contemplating ache away.
shes perfect, and utterly imperfect, i want the risk she brings along with her, attempting to tame her, but its hard to approach a girl who's stuck in the lifestyle and mentality shes created for herself.
How i hope i have the courage to help me face my fears of like and loving.
shes perfect, and utterly imperfect, i want the risk she brings along with her, attempting to tame her, but its hard to approach a girl who's stuck in the lifestyle and mentality shes created for herself.
How i hope i have the courage to help me face my fears of like and loving.