wordwhore

Dear You,

For some unknown reason, I am totally captivated by you and think of you much more than I would admit to anyone by myself so I’m revealing your place in my soul to these pages. I need a release other than a love stricken verbal admission, so I’ll keep my serenade written.

I swear you must be my first love because as I sit and think of my past loves, I change their captions to “so called loves”. I’ve compared the feelings and I really can’t say that ever experienced what’s going on inside me right now. I smile for no reason at all. I daydream so long that they turn into dreams making my sleep mo’ betta. I actually care what you think of me and loose heartbeats at the thought of never speaking to you again. I get an attitude if I dont hear from you but can’t speak to you everyday because the energy is too intense when we do. I need to cool my high after conversations with you.

Hell, I’m writing in my journal and havent felt the need to do so in over a year but the thoughts are overflowing and this is the only way I can keep from flooding without you knowing. So I write. One day I might express all of this to you in hopes that you can handle it. But for now…these pages are the only way i can manage it……..

c. soprofound