The heavy on my chest, taking my breath away. I am not going to say to you what is pumping through my veins. You already know. This weight. It is guilt. All I want to do is better myself so you can love me.
Thumb softly touches your temple while I gently place my knees to align my belly to yours. Fingers brush through your hair, down your nape, around your ear... cheek to cheek, breasts close enough for a tremble in my core. All I can whisper is, "I want you so much but you have to want me too." Lingering for just a moment before I pull away.
Everyday has made me stronger. I want everyday to make you stronger too. I am so sorry for letting myself become this monster. I just made it too way. We never want what we can have. Alas, I fucking refuse to give up.
