Un-Suffocated; The Promise

These sheets became yours. Laying in them without your memory filling my nostrils has become the impossible.

Filling my voids with sensations of empty. 

These sheets became yours; the couch became mine

The due diligence of your exit

I gotta stop wanting beauty to keep running around without her brain.

I gotta stop wanting her to reevaluate what her "friends" were afraid to say

Breathe in baby now breathe out 

My CPR tactics to rescue your heart have failed

The need to save yourself has to exist before anyone can resuscitate  

I want to see you. I want to kiss you. I want to hold you. I want to taste you, not necessarily her, but taste your skin; inhale and exhale with you in my arms.

I want to love you ... Love you in a way that makes sense to the both of us and relieves and frees you. I want you and I to always feel secure in whatever we have and/or are building. 

I want to be in your presence and remain un-suffocated by your affection and attention. I want us to always be truthful; truthful to ourselves and one another. I want to be yours one day and vice versa. I want to build not stay stagnant.

I want you to know I want you. 

Took a while for me to realize all these desires are in place for the want of me... self-induglence the ultimate curator

I gotta stop wanting beauty to begin with anyone but me

Un-suffocating with the promise of me.