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I Love you -from his lips in question.

My mouth opened to speak—words
clung to the tip of my tongue,
praying to be released and capture the moment,
but your words denied such a pleasure,
enticed my mind with different sensations,
strangled my tongue so what I said was impossible
to decipher.
What was left was just the on going pure agony of the unknown.
The real truth beneath those words.
A willing; a crave for knowledge of ones feelings toward myself.
Thoughts took captive of my mind, leaving me isolated.
Light-headed, throbbing of the temples, to the point of calling it a migraine.

I'm young. I don't need my mother to tell me so.

As I counted down the days of the months,
the hours of the days, the minutes of the hours,
until the numbers became too complex,
too high, and the impossibility of this relationship suddenly started to fade and settle.
My jealousy over came me; so large that I began to feel suffocated.
Helpless without the strength to stop and realize what I did have.
Clueless; which upon each moment I threw out the gesture of complete distrust towards him.
Breathless; unable to speak what I was feeling.
Was this relationship really that long? Or could it be a figment of my imagination, too blind to see through his words?
or the possiblity I'm just drowning in my own pride?

You succeeded at making me breathless, boiling the blood that coursed within my veins,
until the ache has overtaken.
The want was turned into a need.

Insanity or love?

Digging my nails into the hardwood, crawling to the bathroom,
the calim from my lips that this is the end, the end of the world!
I can imagine you laughing—your eyes alight with my pain, not a care in the world for how my
heart was holding up.

Wondering if you sat
Knowing you were the one who caused it
and the only one who could fix it.

I'll beg you to cure me—to take away this agony,
this breathlessness, yet heavy breathing from my chest.
This prison, yet I've never felt so free before,
and I'll scream that you did this to me,
you're the cruelest thing that has ever happened to me,
and you'll smile—I know you will!
And whisper, "Darling, welcome to love."

And I'll hate you for it.
Yet completely love you.
—Veronica Darlingg

Description
I Love you -from his lips in question.

My mouth opened to speak—words
clung to the tip of my tongue,
praying to be released and capture the moment,
but your words denied such a pleasure,
enticed my mind with different sensations,
strangled my tongue so what I said was impossible
to decipher.
What was left was just the on going pure agony of the unknown.
The real truth beneath those words.
A willing; a crave for knowledge of ones feelings toward myself.
Thoughts took captive of my mind, leaving me isolated.
Light-headed, throbbing of the temples, to the point of calling it a migraine.

I'm young. I don't need my mother to tell me so.

As I counted down the days of the months,
the hours of the days, the minutes of the hours,
until the numbers became too complex,
too high, and the impossibility of this relationship suddenly started to fade and settle.
My jealousy over came me; so large that I began to feel suffocated.
Helpless without the strength to stop and realize what I did have.
Clueless; which upon each moment I threw out the gesture of complete distrust towards him.
Breathless; unable to speak what I was feeling.
Was this relationship really that long? Or could it be a figment of my imagination, too blind to see through his words?
or the possiblity I'm just drowning in my own pride?

You succeeded at making me breathless, boiling the blood that coursed within my veins,
until the ache has overtaken.
The want was turned into a need.

Insanity or love?

Digging my nails into the hardwood, crawling to the bathroom,
the calim from my lips that this is the end, the end of the world!
I can imagine you laughing—your eyes alight with my pain, not a care in the world for how my
heart was holding up.

Wondering if you sat
Knowing you were the one who caused it
and the only one who could fix it.

I'll beg you to cure me—to take away this agony,
this breathlessness, yet heavy breathing from my chest.
This prison, yet I've never felt so free before,
and I'll scream that you did this to me,
you're the cruelest thing that has ever happened to me,
and you'll smile—I know you will!
And whisper, "Darling, welcome to love."

And I'll hate you for it.
Yet completely love you.
—Veronica Darlingg