here's what I won't do.
I won't
make it seem as though
I'm trembling here
when you speak to me.
I won't make you
want me
any more
or
any less
than you already do.
I won't call you up
in the middle of the night
just to hear you
b r e a t h i n g
because I love the thought
of your heartbeat against my ear.
I will
though
make sure that you
never know
how much I truly do
want [or need or love or need or intensely feel for] you.
I will vow to myself
to keep my own heart from breaking
that I will keep my secrets
buried deep inside
where the sunlight could never
touch
them.
somewhere between
my mind and my soul...
where the two meet to kiss in the moonlight,
where only the most beautiful of thoughts can manifest
is where I will keep my
secretloveforyou.
# ranting @
10:00 PM
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5.05.2009
it's all meaningless
words
and phrases
that make no sense
once I read them over
and over
and over
again.
nothing is good enough
to truly tell my tale of [possibly, yet hopefully not] unrequited love
tonight.
this morning, moreso,
as I once again lie in my bed
awake
eyes wide shut
with nothing but the
picture
of you burned
deep and sizzling
into the innermost crevices of my soul.
I can't stand you.
I can't stand [being without] you.
If love could travel distances unknown
I would simply tell you my thoughts
and make you my own.
...but who's to say that this love
is anything more than an infatuation?
[I'm to say.]