It is a general belief that we are weighed down by the strains of responsibilities.
We are tossed and turned flailing in the air of need. We find ourselves desiring an escape.
Desiring the sensation of feelings. Longing for the fulfillment of pleasure. But do we really deserve that?
Do we really need that? The flow from within our souls echoes so deafeningly.
The need for touch is so simple. Everyone needs a coffee break. A break from the tumultuous wake we call life.
They say fight, push, and prod but never give in.
Seeking after the one who fills and blunts the desires in you. Longing for the one who longs for you.
The nights are miserable the days are long. The feeling may be mutual but I do not want to press on.
I have searched far and wide just to feel your breath on my face.
I have searched far and wide just to know that you are there.
I need you. I want you. You are mine and I am yours, the distance between us will close long before we know it.
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The end has come and I must yield.
The disaster that persists fills my lungs and the thoughts of needing you, craving you even become thoughts of choking you, slicing you, slapping you, and leaving you.
The feelings of support are drenched in the mud of your wake.
The knowledge of your manipulation abounds in ways that are sour on my tongue.
How could I have not seen it?
How could I have not felt it?
Experience slanders and whips me into shape as my body begs for reprieve.
I no longer need you.
I no longer want you nor desire anything you “think” you have to offer.
I have closed that chapter so carefully I want no spillage to hitchhike on my shoe into the new phase of my life.
I choose me. Not you.
I choose my peace of mind and not your misery.
You will watch me walk by and lose touch with what you once had.
Because these watermelon slices with lemon ties have now become undone.
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