Petrified, cause I don't know what's coming. Isn't it human to be afraid of the unknown? Without your arms around my waist, without your hands in my hair, on my back, stroking my face, holding me close -- gripping my neck --
God, I can't breathe. Where are you?
I've seen this happen before. Long before I could ever even call you mine, I saw you walking away from all those people. All those boys. The mere thought of it makes me want to laugh now, but I can't open my mouth - if I try to make a sound, I know all that comes out will be your name.
Oh, God, where are you?
My mind reels and wants to explode when I think about the last time I saw you. Those soft, pink lips, oh and those incredible, brown eyes, and how they trailed their way over my skin. Just your eyes on me, your lips on me,
You have to touch me again, I can't breathe without you
Well, if I'd known how you would turn your back only 1 month later, I would have stayed in your arms that night. I would have cried. I would have made you carry my tears that one, last time, to make the coming 9 months just a little bit easier.
In time, I've learned to punish myself every second I want you to love me, but I can't break free, I just can't get your incredible eyes out of my life. I want to love you until it kills me. Even the pain you give me is better than everyone else's.