A LACK OF COLOR

I don’t understand society’s approach to nudity.. it’s as if the body should be covered up, shunned, and oftentimes told to be wrong to view unclothed from the time we are children. Your body is a beautiful creation and it deserves to be shown. Nudity is art, nudity is beautiful, and should never be deemed as offensive or obscene.

So there we go, I’m completely & utterly in love with you. I could be more cliché and say I don’t understand what you’ve done to me — but truthfully, I know exactly what you’ve done and what you are doing. You’re being you; I’ve fallen for you, everything about you draws me in. I feel sick when the time comes where we have to part, because neither of us are ever sure when the next time we’ll meet is. I miss you when you’re not there and I crave your presence so often. I wish so much that we could be together more often; you’re so perfect to me. I could sit for hours, remembering all the different times we’ve spent together. Every time I’d turn and catch you watching me with the corner your lips curled, I didn’t know feeling like this was possible. Of course, now I do. But why did you choose me? It’s a thought that often crosses my mind. Don’t get me wrong, I’m entirely grateful for you to be mine. I just wonder what you think when you see me. I love you so much it hurts my head.

Please don’t leave, ever.

You are sewn from the fabric of my dreams; perfectly stitched at the seams. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I can’t imagine my life without you. Don’t ever go away.

Darkness creeps in through seams in the walls,

Echoes from a memory carries on down the halls,

Tears held back crash against the hardwood floor,

Choking on a breath unable to swallow anymore.

Reality’s dreams shattered to pieces with lightening,

Intense emotions bottled up inside were tightening,

Eyes full of emptiness and pain closed their lids,

Wishing away back to the days when we were kids.