watching the way my heart cries when I realize that the carefully held desperation slowly burns almost unnoticeable holes through the increasingly weakened illusion of the strong silence that once held me together. Grasping for the love, the only reason for my purest dedication to the elimination of the void that kept me from becoming who I never thought I should be until I was blindly forced to see what my love unconditionally gave to me. Needing to feel the power, the unbelievable captivation for someone who would never slip away from my mistakenly careless grasp and holds me at his mercy like a hopelessly withdrawn addict, fighting for his love. Through all the careless acts, for which I felt immediate and hidden remorse, my love willingly and passionately stands by my side and patiently waits for the moments when my selfish pride allows me to hopelessly attempt to show my undying gratitude to him for being the greatest reason for my existence. |
