Post by Denise on Jul 18, 2015 17:11:56 GMT -8
I ran my hand through her hair. She closes her eyes and smiles.
Do you understand what it is like to be in love with someone? To want nothing more than to make someone else happy? The things you never thought you'd ever yearn for become precious visions of the future. A potentially fleeting future.
I can only imagine what she was like in her youth. So young, full of joy, long before life took its toll on her. Before there was ever struggle and death. I see behind those eyes the weight of responsibility, the thoughts turning of what should be done. I try my best to behave and show support but I feel the end result is me flailing at her feet unable to fully empathize. She tenderly picks me up every time with supportive words. She dusts me off, reminds me I'm strong and places me back beside her.
Loyalty is all I have to give her, she needs nothing else. I can try to protect her but I can't shelter someone so independent, so ready to shoulder our weight on her own. There will always be secrets, things I can't ask about, questions hand waved to the side for a distant time.
I can see how grows tired at times but when I'm in her arms the beast stirs. When her hands grasp me I know she is alive again. Forever young, wild and reckless so long as she lays beside me.
Do you understand what it is like to be in love with someone? To want nothing more than to make someone else happy? The things you never thought you'd ever yearn for become precious visions of the future. A potentially fleeting future.
I can only imagine what she was like in her youth. So young, full of joy, long before life took its toll on her. Before there was ever struggle and death. I see behind those eyes the weight of responsibility, the thoughts turning of what should be done. I try my best to behave and show support but I feel the end result is me flailing at her feet unable to fully empathize. She tenderly picks me up every time with supportive words. She dusts me off, reminds me I'm strong and places me back beside her.
Loyalty is all I have to give her, she needs nothing else. I can try to protect her but I can't shelter someone so independent, so ready to shoulder our weight on her own. There will always be secrets, things I can't ask about, questions hand waved to the side for a distant time.
I can see how grows tired at times but when I'm in her arms the beast stirs. When her hands grasp me I know she is alive again. Forever young, wild and reckless so long as she lays beside me.