Title: That is all
by Daisy from Nottinghamshire | in writing, poetry
If I told him I adored him, he'd probably run a thousand miles.
If I told him the truth, he'd run even further.
Surely it's the fact that he once wanted me too which makes me crave his affection even more,
Or maybe just the realisation that he's everything I've always needed.
If I could borrow his lips just for a second longer, who's to say that right now he wouldn't be feeling exactly the same as I do?
In love. Madly. Deeply. Heartbreakingly so.
I get bored easily, so why won't the thought of him just disappear?
He's been on my mind for so long now. So long that I'm beginning to wonder if he's thinking of me too.
I clench my stomach, praying that the butterflies that torment my stomach will stop soon.
The waiting is making me ill.
Waiting for him to talk.
Waiting for him to say my name.
Waiting for him to walk over to me.
Waiting for his lips to softly graze mine.
Just waiting for him.
The words 'I love you' don't even begin to explain what I feel for you now.
That feeling you get when you have to constantly be resisting the temptation to pick up your phone and ring that certain someone.
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