I Find It Amazing

24 October 2010

The effect you have on me, love. I wake up, warm and wishing I were in your arms somehow. I just lay here, the only thing on me being your necklace. I get online and get slightly annoyed because my parents couldn’t bother telling me we’d be having company. I think about the things I have to do and along with them, half of my thoughts are about you or what you’ll think. Like if I bought those two dresses, would your jaw hit the floor? But then you get online, and I haven’t talked to you in two to three days, and immediately my heart smiles and my mind goes blank but for joy and my face is lighted with happiness. And we start talking and I’m giggling and blushing from naught but two quick phrases. I find it amazing, love, what just knowing that you missed me does to me. we both had good weekend, but for missing the other. I wonder if you thought about me as much as I did you. Did you long for my arms as you were falling asleep as I did for yours, unable for a good half hour to fall asleep?

I love you, babe. Plain and simple.

 

Hugs, Kisses, and Words

24 October 2010

And so I wait, sometimes days at a time, to just hug you. To stand there, a few feet inside your door, the puppy going crazy on my legs, your arms wrapped around me, my head resting on your chest, my arms wrapped up in yours. The feeling, right there, is magic, I swear. I just lose myself in your arms and nothing can hurt me, nothing affects me. Just a silent, warm embrace. That’s all there is. Just you and me and the beating of your heart and rush of both our sighs. Then I turn my head and nuzzle into the warmth that is your neck, and the kiss you, your lips warm and sweet and soft against mine. Not a demand, not a question, just a small reassurance. We kiss for a few minutes, still entwined, saying nothing but what our bodies speak silently.

I can’t get this at school. It’s not the place. It’s too busy, too crowded, too impersonal for this. There isn’t time to just enjoy, when you’re at school. There isn’t the silence. There also isn’t time for the soft I love you’s as we leave, or the grins when we’re thinking the same things. Nor is there time for you to tell me I’m beautiful or sexy, or what have you. The things we talk about….there isn’t time enough to say all we need or want to say. You are pure magic, baby. Just you.

 

 

Video Game Day

16 October 2010

Shooting, bloody deaths

The screen determines all.

Growling and groveling

Nothing but heroics is sacred

Commands and remarks fly

Curses and oaths galore

Oops we died

Let’s go it some more.

No Sé, Nadie Sabe

4 October 2010

Cantante

Artista

Canta para mí

Hila esas palabras

Del amor y de la muerte.

Triste

Deprimida

Nada parece normál

Nadie brilla en ese luz

Querer

Necesitar

Jugamos con el fuego

El fuego de los enamorados

Wolf’s Silence

4 October 2010

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A wolf’s cry breaks the silence,

Sharp moonlight piercing the shadows,

Such peace inside, broken in pain

Weary of taking part in the battles

She kneels, soul shattered, beneath the tree

Her hair barely veiling her face, scars left open

Sanctuary created by nothing, just bloody pieces

Dark branches shadow the comfort glow of candles

Pawns, in a deadly game, just out of reach

The masters, pulling the strings, shimmer

Lines fading, divisions breaking, such is the game

Shadowed pawns with masters’ faces, they’ll handle this

Every move forces the images closer, the outlines more blurred

Ever more broken, the image shatters

Spilling over the ground like broken glass

Settling into the silence, into the scars, reversing mirrored puddles

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