If I Could Tell Him
If The Words Could Emanate
If I could tell him the scent of him walking by invades my senses to the point of insanity,
That I've memorized a scent I now familiarize with contentment.
If I could tell him his gaze churns a fire that burns brightly but invisible,
A spark that ignites in my chest and renders me useless to logic.
If I could tell him the rapid beating he instills within me causes an echo of the sweetest distraction in my mind,
That every time I glance away from his invasive eyes I've already drowned in them a thousand times.
If I could tell him the pain that keeps me away from the sweet and delicate death that is his love, he'd live only in my heart and these words would only be swallowed by the taste of his lips.
But I cannot tell him, for there's a reason why the light never touches the darkness that follows, and merely lets it live as its shadow.
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Elizabeth M.
Quirky cat woman with a wandering mind that rarely allows her to stay in one place. Writing about the loves and aches I wish I hadn't experienced and the ones I hope to come.
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