Stop, I don't love you.

Stop I yell in my head I can't make myself move I can't make myself self say those words. I don't know what wrong with me. I don't love you I don't need you in my life. Yet I can't stop thinking about you I can't stop remembering the way you make me feel the way you know me. I don't know what to do with you and when something happens, I don't stop it I don't run away. Yet I know its right I know that's what I should do. But with you I'm different I'm not me and I can't run away from that feeling I can't escape my need for not your voice or your thoughts but for your hands and your mouth. That's what scares me more than anything at all. More than falling in love with you, or running out of things to say, more then you yourself.





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Thegman said...
Nov. 8, 2009 at 8:18 pm
To a degree I feel bad for you but also I think that you are a good writer and that even though you went through something to get here it still helped you write well.
 
kittkattbarr replied...
Nov. 19, 2009 at 9:07 am
thank you for the comment I understand what you were getting at.
 
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