I’d rather know that you’d be peeking through my window
while I sleep at night.
I’d rather know that you’re kissing me in your mind.
I’d rather tell you how much you mean to me…
I’d rather tell you how much “I love you,” just so you’d
stay.
Again, again, you’re debating on going away.
Europe.
My heart aches and festers like the miserable trenches of
dead men piled a dozen times over.
My stomach churns like the melting pot in a distant land
which existed decades ago.
My eyes retain tears like the water of an expectant mother.
Paris.
My body awaits your whispers,
Your hands that promise to caress me slow.
Your lips which respectfully hit me with a final blow,
Sending me deep into a euphoric state.
I just want it,
I want you most of all.
True romance.
Sick of dreaming,
Sick of sighing,
Sick of laughing,
Sick of crying.
Distance.
Come and hold me once and for all.
Give me the "chance" that you joke about cryptically.
Let me show you what you mean to me.
Courage.
I love you unconditionally.
I love you I swear I do.
I love you.
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