I love you.
and it's tragic.
it's mad.
it's hurt.
it's wanting to scream but the air makes your lungs give way.
it's dying but you still breathe.
it's exhaling but you hold your breath for thirty seconds but smoke eats at your nose.
it's waiting on your call knowing you are inches to the phone.
it's sleeping but knowing I need your touch.
it's heat when you feel cold.
it's fever though you are not sick.
yet you're contagious to speak.
it's finishing your sentences though you know you don't want to get off the phone.
it's lingering when you are seconds away from telling her you love her.
it's passion though you know you will get trouble just to catch a glimpse of her naked.
it's to want when it's actually a need.
it's to want to kiss her though you're miles away.
it's to miss her so bad your body just aches and when you see her you feel like you're on fire.
it's saying you're sorry with just the touch of your hand.
it's holding you like to say I love you without speaking a damn word.
it's kissing her neck as if you can spell out love on the landscape of her body.
it's when a touch is no longer just a touch.
it's when kissing her lips means forever.
it's when disowning your family just to be with her is your idea of heaven.
this is love eternal.
this is the fear of wanting and needing to love you.
©darkmocha
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