I covered my shameless face on your shoulders. I didn’t want sex, I didn’t want you. I was looking for that thrill. That andrenaline rush. Alcohol managed to fixed me up and you were smiling in denial. I fought hard. My feelings overwhelmed, I pulled and tugged myself to you. You whispered to my fragile heart, “I missed you”.
Tonight, images of last night continuosly playing in my head. From the moment I held on to your black shirt to the moment you asked me to take care of myself when you are not around at the end of the night. The comfort is when I laid my eyes on you and you gazed deeply into mine with your heart wide open ready to make love to mine, to be vulnerable, to be hurt.
I searched deep within the lyrics of the songs played behind my head demanding for an answer. Could this be love? Could this be infatuation? Or am I in denial?
I wished there is a drug to erase you so I can overdose myself to it right now. But again, I want more time with you. Can my heartbeat stop beating for you?
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