And his name is Lu...

You are the thorn at my throat. Ripping at me like the coldest blade all in the name of your unspoken feelings; all in the name of your guarded heart. And it saddens me that you are the most aesthetic rose I have ever had the honor to lay my eyes upon. Perfection so pleasing it almost mocks me. But with thorns so ridged and razor-like I am terrified to touch you.

I would stop breathing if it meant that you could continue to and smile down on you from above. I will stand by your side for every moment I have been blessed with you and will be the gentle voice in your soul when I am gone. You give me the strength, the courage, to touch hope every time I see your untainted smile, and I can’t help but feel like I am worth something. I can’t help but feel like I have found my purpose. All the pain, the untapped stream of suffering tears… Continue

I caught your eye and, for a moment, your soul; you just held your breath so still, so shy. The words that are so accurate and articulated in your mind turn to a fruitless effort the moment they slide onto your tongue. Where do you begin?

You can’t even fathom the answers that you seek. You weren’t even sure they existed but that doesn’t stop you from calling to me. Granting me permission to be the longing in your eyes and the emptiness in your soul, touching… Continue

It slithers down my spine like the cold icy hand of an unwanted lover, this feeling of the darkest hopelessness. It reminds me of you. And the fear that twists around my throat like the noose that will leave me utterly breathless, it brings back memories of you. So real and vivid I can feel the scream as it builds in my chest clawing and shredding my last senses of independence The tiniest spark of fear becomes a roaring blaze of terror and I wonder: have yo… Continue

It’s like suddenly we’ve regressed. The sound of your labored breath a distant memory and the caress of your skin a stinging emptiness. And I am the tortured withdrawn lost in misinterpretations and your confused misrepresentations. So I’ll float along the edges of your subdued seduction with this innate fear of the depths though it calls to me like a siren.