For Her

the one who captured my heart.


My dearest love and holder of my heart,

You stole my heart, and I gave it willingly. But the love is not returned, and my soul cries for it's beating pulse. You hold your heart close, not letting the world see it, but I have, and it made me love you the more.

Your moan of pleasure, you brief kiss of love make my stomach flip and a warmth spread throughout my body. A warmth only created by you.

I can't give you everything, only what I have, and all of it is yours.

You are content to do with it what you will, paining my soul and tearing my heart. To love another, or be with another, and not give me the satisfction of a proper dismissal? However am I to ever to let go?

How can I ever forget the way you feel, the way you moved, the way you touched. The you let me love you. Your kiss is forever imprinted in my mind. My mouth longs only for yours, my hands only for your skin, my body only for your caress.

I want to save you. You let you know that the world isn't a peice of shit. That love really does exsist. I want you to save me. Save me from the madness that you create within me.

All the wrong you've done to me hurts. I won't deny it, but it has been forgiven.

I cannot make you feel for me the way I feel for you. That would solve to many of the world's problems if I had that ability, and I don't expect you to feel such. I want to be told to go away. I want my heart back. This hanging in the air I can take for only so long.

Please, tell me if you want me.