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The Masochistic Nature of This Wanting

She is so beautiful.

It makes me want to weep.

She has the best laugh.
I want to be the one to pull them all from her.

To make her smile,
To make her cry,
To make her feel.

I want to make the empty moments just feel hollow.

She makes me want to suffer,
To hurt for her.
I want to kiss her until I forget to breathe.

I want to taste her until I taste of her.

I want to know what it means to let myself.
Let her.

Let her touch me and feel me.
To feel her and touch her.

Run a hand through her hair and a thumb across her cheek.

I�d do anything she asked,
Ask something of me.

Anything.

I�ll burn up before I ignite,
Place a cool hand on my back and push down just a little harder.

She makes me smile when I can�t feel my lips,
Squinting to catch every face she makes.

I�ll remember every moment,
And hope she can�t see me back.

This want is wicked,
So strong and cruel that I sob into the night with it.
It�s in my soul,
It�s a warmth in my stomach.

I want to curl up with her,
The darkness doing nothing to hide us.

Coax the breath from her lungs,
Sounds from her lips.

If she let me in,

I�d never come back up for air.

Written by Nixprty

Published 2nd Aug 2024

Author's Note

I don�t often put these thoughts to word, but I was thinking of her and felt a wetness on my cheek. I was crying, I didn�t even know why or when I started, but there were tears running down my cheeks and neck. It was a bizarre and moving sensation. I�ve always been a bit of a hopeless romantic, but I always thought that �being brought to tears by her beauty� was just another saying full of flowery words. I stand corrected I suppose. I�d never want to want less. Born to be a fool who chases what will always outrun him.

#love #lust #UnrequitedLove

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