Fear will keep us all in place

• Your moans in my ear
• My hands in your hair
• Your head between my legs
• The scratches down my back
• Our bodies pressed together
• The arched back
• The curled toes
• The gasp for air right before you collapse

dearscience:

But then, my knees give under me.
My head feels weak and suddenly
it is clear to see that it is not them but me,
who has lost my self-identity.
As I hide behind these books I read,
while scribbling my poetry,
like art could save a wretch like me,
with some ideal ideology that no one can hope to achieve.
And I am never real; it is just a sketch of me.
And everything I made is trite and cheap and a waste
of paint, of tape, of time.

Every time I think I’m finally over you and I haven’t thought about you in such a long time…. you come right back into my life and make me fall in love with you all over again. I just want to be with you more than anything else in this world, but each day I realize how unrealistic that dream is. It’s almost impossible for us, but I’ll never give up.

There’s absolutely no one in this world that I can rely on.