Writing from the Heart

Baby, you told me what I wanted to hear. You looked into my eyes,  With a sparkle of love. I believed every little thing. You held me the way I wanted. You pulled me closer, After every break of fresh air. I believed you wanted me. You took me to all these places. You laced my hand with yours, While gently rubbing my skin. I believed you loved me. Now, when I think about you. I can't help but get teary eyed. Wondering if this was a game from the start. You checked mate, me. Baby, you hugged me the way I wanted. You smelled my hair, With a peak of interest. I believed we were going to last. You kissed my lips the way I expected. You broke away from me, And looked into my face. I believed that my heart was going to be okay. You breathed me in the way I needed. You told me your past, And I accepted you with open arms. I believed you weren't going to leave. Now, when I think about you. I can't help but wonder if I meant anything. If I mean...

I cradled you in my arms. Gazing into your green comets, Wanting to hold you forever. I didn't want my happiness to end. I kissed your lips gently. Caressing your skin with my touch, Wanting to keep you safe. I didn't want your feelings to change. I ran my fingers through your hair. Memorizing the way you closed your eyes, Wanting to stay in this moment. I didn't want you to leave. I laced my hand with yours. Rubbing your skin with my thumb, Wanting to super glue our bodies together. I didn't want to lose you. Now when I go out, I remember your face in my brain. Wanting to forget the way you looked at me. Wanting to forget all the little things. The way you kissed my nose with the graze of yours. The way you smiled into my face. The way you repeated my line, "Ni modo." The way you wrapped around me like a blanket. The way you kissed me so gently, modestly. The way you walked on the side closest to the street. The way you looked ...