allthatjazz
I am certain that I love him. It is without a doubt that I love him with all the intensity someone can muster. I can't let him go. They say if you love someone, let them go, but that only applies if they want to go. I love him, but he doesn't want to go. And so I will cling to the last bit of hope we have left.
His words are indistinct
Coming from his soft lips as he comes closer to mine
He whispers
Hot breath against my face
Smelling of him
Smelling of his own unique and untainted taste
The moon smiles down upon us
Like an old friend who has set up our match
Watching our romance blossom
Like a newborn poppy rising
Through the winter snow
Life is pulling me by the leash, and I can't tell if I'm holding the end or if I'm choking by it. Who is the master? I am not so sure that it is I. All I can do is walk or run and follow the lead of life as it drags me down the sidewalk.