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Vulnerable

Maybe, the beauty lies in the paradox that split our whole into halves, and I'm compelled to explore all the rights and wrongs that make you the beautiful and unique, you.         
         
You're humble yet rugged and wild, and I long to sit close enough to you until the algorithms within our heart beats, beat in unison as we ponder the places we might go, where nobody knows our names as we sway to the current that ebbs and flows, deep within the undercurrent that drifts between us.        
         
You disturb my sleep when you tip toe through my mind, especially whilst I'm on the cusp of sleep, or during those quiet moments just before dawn and dusk, and I wonder what you're doing at that time of the day, and I settle into the realisation that you're always invading the spaces within my heart and mind as I think of the unspoken things we should be sharing to nurture one another, to flourish.        
         
I want to know you, without any pretense.          
The you, that only a lover of yours would ever know, to know your moods, and various shades throughout each day as knowing what makes you tick, enables me to understand you, much more deeply.        
         
Your past is just that, passed.          
         
Amongst the chaos of your orchestrated mischief & mayhem, there's a tenderness within that's soothing to my senses, and that's what your presence instills within me as I temper the motions of my fiery temperament.          
         
I wonder about the horrors that lie beneath the surface of you as I'm capable of extracting those things, and sealing the wound with soft kisses, until your walls no longer hold you captive.        
         
It pains me to think that your heart is caged because we were born wild, and we were born to run in the wilderness exploring ourselves within the nature of our inner landscapes, before melting into each other just to mitigate the inner chaos that's unravelled.        
     
No one goes through life, unscathed.    
         
My fondness for you has never waxed and waned, it remains the same as you trigger my arousal levels, and shift the chemicals that mingle, within my brain.        
         
Some days, I'm sure I wake up feeling hungover from the way I've entertained myself, all over you.        
         
You gave love drunk a whole different meaning, and I'm still inebriated and tempering the storms that rage in the depths of me, for you.         
         
However, you have nothing to proffer me other than sharing a piece of your past with me, and still, I cherish those pieces of you because they show me snippets of who you are when you're lost for words, even though tears well up in my eyes as I wasn't the girl whom you created those moments with.          
         
I wish I had been.        
         
I've been friend-zoned, and deep down, I'm OK with that because you were my friend, before ever fooling around with semantics.
 
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Written by shadow_starzzz
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