Read between the lines

Nice work... once again, you've left the bitterest sensation in my mouth; inflicted by your allurement, and the sweet temptation of your embrace.

Tell me; is it just me, or has time slowed right down for us? So that you can lay here with me for longer; make me feel wanted, stronger? So that we'll wake up tomorrow right here and you'll be breathing on my neck and the spikes of your hair will be in my eyes as usual.

I noticed you finally opened your eyes and you're now starting to notice me; finally starting to notice how I can't hold your eye no matter how hard I try, or how my left arm fits perfectly around you as if God held a degree in ergonomics when he designed us. As if he made us for one another. But if only you knew how I really felt underneath this insecure exterior; I paid an expensive price for truly skilled workmanship.

Even when I'm researching you and working in the background, underground the busy hustle of the city drowns out the sound of your touch. If only you were around to understand that you're not made for just anyone, but instead only for me. I hope you realise that your gain overshadows the acceptance of all my pain... like the greatest challenge of all.

If you honestly trust me, then how about you repeat after me, babes, when I say "I'll always be here for you."

Well? Speak up. I can't quite hear you.