Fist Kiss
Nobody knows the pain of lost love better than I, and that is what this is about. Don't fight me on this, it's a losing battle. I love whom I love, and true love never "goes away", no matter how many bridges and cliffs you dump it off of. It will simply yo-yo right back up to you, sometimes smacking you right in the face, other times throwing you off balance, right off the object you tried to throw it off of. One never truly knows what to expect from love. If you try to guess, that love might just give you a love tap in the teeth that feels like a knuckle sandwich. I know this, I'm going through it now. I just gave up hope of ever being able to bluntly express my feelings for him, just so he can be happy. His happiness means the world to me, so giving him up was the only way to be happy myself. I just hope he never forgets me.
Closure is a double edged sword that isn't afraid to bite, and when it does, sometimes you regret ever touching it. I can't regret, I never forgot, nor can I truly let him go. Not right now, while the pain is fresh. Nope, I'll just hold onto Closure, biting edges and all. Maybe someday I might let that love go, when we are merely best friends, but it won't happen then either, cuz nothing can tear me away from love. I'm a love addict. I'm not afraid to admit it. I'm addicted to feeling that emotional high where nothing but love and my lover can touch me. I'm addicted to feeling the lips of love on mine, gliding ever so gently, yet yanking my heart away as if it never belonged to me at all. I'm addicted to that first flight of a new love, most of all... but remember, a new love can be an old love, rekindled.
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