I'm not allowed to talk about my love freely. Not even a little bit.
You see that's too dangerous and I have hurt too many. I'm not allowed to smile.
Not in the public eye.
So I sit here with a stone in my stomache tears in my eyes and for what?
Love.
I feel like I have found something soft, delicate and all too powerful.
She doesn't know how she controls me, brings me to my knees with her smile.
Words slick and knowledged.
My inners and memories plague me and cause me to wonder. I don't want her to know.
She knows me, she reads me with ease and sees through my thick skin I've grown over the years.
Telling me stories of her past loves and losses. The image makes me howl and I want to claim her.
But how can I do this? How can you claim the wind? The eyes of the moon with the depth longer than my void.
If I stay lost in them too long I'll drown...
Or she'll claim my soul.
I look at her in awe. I'm falling faster than gravity and she doesn't feel the same.
'yet' she will tell me.
I was never one for patience.
I've gotten to close and I've shown her too much.

So I sit here, waiting for her; to talk to me again.

[...]

I'm yours for the taking.