Wishful Thinking

Do you know how beautiful you are,
crystal eyes,
deep and dark,
mysterious.
Your top lip,
is smaller than your bottom.
Kissable soft.
If you just let me
kiss you. I know you would
like it.

At night I watch you sleep,
listen to your breath.
As your chest heaves up and down.
I can love you in so many ways.
From the top of your head to
the bottom of your feet.
Only if you let me.
Only if you let me touch you,
your soul,
the part of you that you tossed
away.
She damaged you,
she made you loose yourself
in her....

You won't let me get
close to you.
I just want you for just one
moment to feel me....
to know me ....

Stop pretending that
i don't revolt you....
You try to be there with me,
but I know inside your stomach churns.
As I am not her, and I will never be her. ..
You can't go backward, but you are not
moving forward either.

I will eventually become but a bleak memory in
your mind.
I want to love you.
Not just at the time when you
allow me to,
but to love you all of the time.

I want you to love me.
To hold me,
to touch me,
to know that you and I are
the only two.

I know my days are
numbered and its only wishful thinking.
©2011 Stefanie Stevens