I always tell myself when I start talking to a boy that I’m
not looking for anything “too serious”.
And at the moment, these words hold truth
and roll off my tongue like butter.
But then…
But then, I meet a beautiful, wild-eyed boy
whose smile is as big as the sky and as bright
as the stars.
A boy with such unearthly beauty that
you have no other choice but to believe he
may actually be an angel.
So perfect that even his flaws are heavenly.
A boy who knows how to touch me in such a way
that it sears my skin, proving that
he is too evil to be heaven-sent
Too greedy with his fingertips and lips.
Grabbing all of me as if I were a hostage trying
to escape...
Foolish boy, I would never leave.
A boy who shakes me from the inside, out
Not the outside, in.
A boy who makes my heart as wild as a million-
horse-stampede even when we are enjoying the
sound of silence together.
Unfortunately, he isn’t looking for anything
“too serious” either.
With a heart that
seems to be harder to tame than his lust-filled hands.
So, I just lay there in the eerily dark silence with him.
With a million things I want to say, but I don’t.
Keeping the feelings that are clawing at my throat,
begging to escape at bay
because neither one of us are looking for anything
“too serious”
Because I rather have his presence with an aching heart
than to risk losing him forever.
And it’s all because I’m not looking for anything “too serious”.