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I would kiss your eyelids, smiling as I did so. Because as much as She meant to you, I could always mean more. I would bloom in your presence, like flame and oxygen! I would not be ashamed, I would not disobey, and I could be my own creature in you. I’d cross my heart and hope to die before I’d hurt you. I’d please you and make you smile, but you would never know. Oh, everything I’d give up to do so! But still, you would never know. Sacrifices don’t need to be announced.
I wrote this about a boy, a few hours before he hurt my feelings and
I stopped liking him. I'll not say who or what the circumstances were.
Use your imagination. Oh.. And I don't mean the part about 'I would not
disobey..' Just think of a beaten house wife. This isn't truly about me.
The words just flowed. Sometimes it's not what I mean. |