You try telling me that I deserve more, and infer that you would be something more. However, when it all comes down to it, you're just like the rest of them. No guts, no glory.
I do deserve more. I deserve someone who's willing to follow through with their promises. Someone who will hold me when I'm upset, call me on my shit, go along with me for the ride and yet have your own ideas on where we could go off to. I deserve a guy who will cop a feel in public just for the hell of it and kiss me under a streetlight light on a snowy winter evening.
You talk a big game, but I doubt you'd ever follow through with it.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Line me up in single file with all your grievances...
We've only been talking for weeks, but I feel like I've known you forever. There are mountains and miles between us, but I feel like you are right here with me.
You told me you've been broken before, and know how it feels. Even though I've picked up the pieces and started to glue them back together, your smile would fill in the cracks.
I wish that I could reach out and pull you through the computer and into my open arms. We are both in different places mentally, physically, and probably emotionally but, God, I would love to fold time and space and bring you here with me.
I can imagine us lying together on the couch in only our shorts, wasting the day in each others' presence. I would listen to your heart beating through your chest while running my fingers through your hair. We'd crack a few jokes and make plans to open that bar in Key West where we can spend our days in shorts and flip-flops while entertaining each other and our guests with our warmth.
We're making memories, but we're not even together. If you came to get me, and our chemistry is what I think it will be, we'd never be alone. :sigh: A boy can dream.
You told me you've been broken before, and know how it feels. Even though I've picked up the pieces and started to glue them back together, your smile would fill in the cracks.
I wish that I could reach out and pull you through the computer and into my open arms. We are both in different places mentally, physically, and probably emotionally but, God, I would love to fold time and space and bring you here with me.
I can imagine us lying together on the couch in only our shorts, wasting the day in each others' presence. I would listen to your heart beating through your chest while running my fingers through your hair. We'd crack a few jokes and make plans to open that bar in Key West where we can spend our days in shorts and flip-flops while entertaining each other and our guests with our warmth.
We're making memories, but we're not even together. If you came to get me, and our chemistry is what I think it will be, we'd never be alone. :sigh: A boy can dream.