Why does this hurt?
Since you know me so well and you do not attempt to iron it outDoes it mean you have nothing worth saying???We flirt and skirt the edge of hostility,although I love you like a brother,,You rarely leave my thoughts.
I punish myself with the knowledge that you and I shared carnal bliss.That it is a secret is the root of my anguish.
I do not think your story would differ.
Will you never look at me lovingly?
Involuntary whimpers blow glass which shifts whole oceans;I am flotsam borne of the waves when you take off your shirt,and the light hits your brown,marbled back.The tides roll.I feel like a grown up for the first time.Like anything is possible,and you facilitated that,but what was your intention.Whatever it was you lifted me to the point of no return,and now Im Air.And you are too,and we mesh in the sphere of intellect,and you stoke my fire most,and I feel so real,when we discuss the world outside of ourselves.I forget my idiosyncracies,and am absorbed.It is too hard living with you,its driving me insane,I dont think the pain will wane,this house is a seive and the despicable parts of me stay on top;bitter jealousy,greed,posessiveness.Impossible to remain as friends,especially when we have yet to discuss our feelings,sometimes I feel like you still want me,but have chosen not to,and Ive yet to forget- your original decision to endeavour to pleasure..