Anxious Lover
When you realize casual sex isn't your thing.
Replaying our time together
Over and over in my head
Even when I sleep
You haunt me
Like demons in the night
I don’t know what I’m doing!
Am I here for the right reasons?
God, I hope so
these things get blurry quick
It has for me, already
I should have done this…
I wanted to do that…
But why didn’t I?
Fear—-Of what?
I never do these things right.
I always follow your lead
In situations like these
But where are you leading me?
No where fast
I wish it were different
And that’s what scares the shit out of me
And makes my heart skip several beats
I noticed a shift in what I wanted from you
From lust to more
tell me to stay
I want you to want me in more than this way
Keep holding me
Keep touching me
Why did you stop!
This is a dangerous game I’m playing.
But I need you to play along.
About the Creator
nikole tripplett
writing is how I stay sane. I write abut how I feel. I write lists. I write my thoughts. and I even write prayers. I think this can be the way that I share my writing, because most of the time I keep it to myself.
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