I could easliy love you. Your sweet, good nature beckons me to stay a little longer everytime I see you. So easy to fall, so easy to forget what love just did to me. Do I want this? Am I in a place for my heart to open again. Get lost, then get found.
You were not in my plans. I planned on giving up hope of love for at least six months, then going to the bars and clubs with my single friends and trying to mingle and get my groove back. But you found me so soon. I went out to dinner with you in hopes of distraction. In hopes of a possible rebound---the famous rebound everybody swears you need to do to get over your ex. But I came back. Again-and again.
The sexual desire is amazing and in this new beginning we are discovering ourselves over and over again. But as soon as I feel that heart string tug I leave. I almost run away. I can not love you. Not yet. God do I want to. But now is not right. Now is too soon. Memories of my ex still flood my dreams at night. And I still cry (you would never know). I hold myself so well around you. You probably have no idea how broken my heart is. But I like the fact that you are blinded from it. You treat me normal instead of some broken tea-cup thats been glued back together, as if too much pressure would smash me into pieces. No, you treat me like im brand new. You are rough, course, and relentless with your sweet advances for me to be yours.
What do I do with the sweet man who is trying so hard for me to love him. I know you want to say those words to me. Its only been a month and I see your eyes, and feel your touch, and know...........i know you have fallen. But I cannot fall. Not yet. Oh what should a broken heart on the mend like mine do with a heart like yours!
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