Thursday, 06 November 2008
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Currently Listening
Common Reaction
By Uh Huh Her
Explode
see relatedFor you, I'd leave all this behind
"You seem like you’re impossible now. You want love. You want me to show you how. It feels like it’s all possible now. You need love, and I’m gonna show you how. You say that I’m stupid, without you I’m useless. I’m bothered. You don’t even notice. So how 'bout you reach up. You realize. You see it. Come on, you really love this. You cry out loud when you’re reckless in the dark. You like the way it feels good. You love the way I make you forget. You turn me on whenever you’re around. You like the way you feel it. I love the way I make you forget."
I'm restless, pacing back and forth around this apartment, full of emotions I can't let out, and the words are always on the tip of my tongue, threatening to pass by my lips and give me away. I know if I could see your face I wouldn't feel so aimless. I know my fingers would stop itching to touch you if I could just hear your voice. I've gotten used to you in the mornings, and I lie awake when the phone doesn't ring, staring at the ceiling and wondering if you're okay, if you made it through the night without tears on your cheeks or pain in your chest. I wonder how you feel when you wake up alone, if it's anything close to what I wake up feeling. I can only imagine the sunlight creeping through your window, bathing you in its ethereal glow as you roll over slowly, wiping the sleep from your eyes. I bet you're stunning with tousled hair and a wrinkled t-shirt as you roll out of bed, your long, supple legs reaching to the floor to start another day. What wouldn't I give to wake up beside you and be able to touch your face, run my hands over smooth skin, trace the curves of your body with my fingertips? What wouldn't I give to smell the scent of your shampoo wafting out from the bathroom as you rummage through drawers with a towel draped loosely across your chest? What wouldn't I give to make you happy?
Later, my loves.







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