a month.
to let you sweep me off my feet and damn all else.
a month.
to give in to side glances and your blue eyes undressing me and my lips falling hungrily every time.
you were undeniable.
sensational.
the inevitability of you and me.
the ache in my chest starting to sing.
butterflies exist to flutter.
fireflies exist to only burn.
suddenly I'm filled with a weakness.
a weakness called love.
unable to speak.
the burning to want to say the words.
but only your profile picture and a empty inbox enticed me.
you look so peaceful naked under the covers in black and white.
nothing but your blue eyes and perfect lips to haunt me.
that night I dreamt of you all night.
your taste.
the softness of your skin.
suddenly I began to die replaced by nothing but love.
yet I moan in my sleep.
knowing this feeling wouldn't capsized.
it only linger.
knowing you were far away.
hopelessness tried to shutter me.
but I wouldn't let it.
I chose to love.
excruciating.
delibitating.
love.
in a month I would have you.
in a month I will be in anguish and joy all together.
in a month I'll fall with no return.
in a month I will have the one I yearn.
©darkmocha
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