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Missing HerWhen I'm stuck in this abyss of missing her all I do is dream of kissing her. Dismissing all thoughts of resisting or blacklisting her. Life postdating her is just a blur, hesitating at stating that what I'm creating is even equating.
Yet here I am, waiting and debating if we'll even be dating, hoping and praying that something I've said is relating, while I'm deflating. I'm not complaining, just talking to this girl is amazing, inflating and raising me like her goal is appraising me.
I swear, this came out of nowhere, like straight out of thin air, but I won't spare this opportunity to express what's inside of me, undivided for all to see.
Is there something wrong with me? A fire burns inside me, dissecting and projecting me into words for her to read.
© James R Abels, 2012
Insert Name HereShe entered my life electronically, but for the life of me, I can't shake the feeling that she might be a part of me. Sexual compatibility, still unclear to me, but late at night, fear shakes the very core of me.
She exits my world at the drop of a hat, but as soon as I worry she always comes back. Brutally honest and smarter than me, she extracts only the best parts of me. She makes me make me be better than me, unapologetically.
She takes the pain that enters me, away from me, gracefully. She turns the pain that hinders me, into motivation that I can't find in me. She makes the hate that burns internally fight fires in other parts of me. Inspires me to look deep inside and confront flawed parts of me, face to face.
All I can give her over this wire is honesty, because honestly she deserves nothing secondarily. Sometimes words are hard for me, but when my heart bleeds on this keyboard they come right out of me, apologetically.
I should hate her, though I crave her, a slave
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