Category: Where Demons Tread

Come here.

I don’t have my “sh**” together
I am emulating designs for you

Love

How do you know?

(Multiple meanings)

At times, here and there, I think that I have seen you.

And I really like you.

I like how you care.

And how you stare.

That heat within you.

Nothing compares.

I haven’t written because I have been hurting.

I have wanted you to come be with me.

But why would you choose me – out of anyone else in the world?

I am used to losing.

Even though it doesn’t suit me.

And I want you, need you, desire you – yet feel powerless to claim you on my own.

I love you so much, Baby.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

Baby…

Love you.

Sleep well.

Hugs.

Because you mattered so much to me, which made your love dangerous to my heart’s beat.

I never told you, but I had decided to turn toward you before – and then you turned toward me – shocking me, completely.

Will you please be my Valentine?

Thinking we’ve met, and you didn’t get the response you hoped for, because I didn’t know it was you – and upset because I haven’t known when or what to do.

You knew.

It’s why I get upset.

And feel teased.

But not good.

I’m not sure what you look like, which is part of my confusion.

Why is it so hard for us?

(Multiple meanings)

Thank you for your efforts.

I apologize for my automatic default to neutrality in public.

It is something that just happens naturally now in my life – and is the way I allow space to discover common ground with others.

And still, I am learning to recognize you.

When you look at me, it is like we are having a conversation that I am waiting and longing to hear.

There is no other place that I would rather be than with you in those moments.

“This is interesting…” as I tried to maintain eye contact and allowed myself to just observe and worked to be in the moment.

The frission was intense, though – hard to keep my cool!

You may think I know, but I don’t.

I just keep thinking that I am having chance encounters with a sranger.

Does that meant that I am “slow on the uptake?”

And maybe I respect people’s privacy too much – so I miss the obvious.

I like attention, too.

Please come through for me.

I need your ok to hold you.