Why We Never Take Our Shoes Off.

I didn’t know whether to rip your clothes off or run the other way. I thought it would be easier if I didn’t stay. However the passion for you still burns as bright as the day we met under the light of the falling summer sun.

I keep my distance now because I see the lust in your eyes glaring at me, almost daring me to run over and kiss you. I know that you know I never say no to a dare so one of these days I might forget where I am, or all of a sudden not care who is watching and plant a big one where I know you want it, right on your full lips. The lips I’ve been dreaming of for months.

But it’s not that easy for us. We have a like/hate relationship. Like I can’t stop thinking about you so come here but when you get here I might have an urge to punch you in the face. I won’t though because the feelings after are pure ecstasy. Just the thoughts of you next to me.

Is it weird that sometimes when you speak it sounds like nails on a chalkboard to my ears? We are complete opposites. You, the I can’t stop talking because I need the silence to be filled at all times, extrovert. And me, the I don’t feel safe to speak sometimes so I don’t, introvert.

It’s like we are always in fight or flight mode. The tension rises until neither one of us wants to decode why the other is screaming or why we never take off our shoes and we always need to be close to the door.

I’ve never told you that every time you scream at me all I want to do is hold you in my arms and drown out the noise because I know you need it. A loving hand to wrap around and push all your broken pieces together. To turn your hard exterior into soft.

I can’t do this anymore. I’m going to be the one to have the last laugh because the final thing you are going to see is my back as I run away from you with no intentions of returning. I’m leaving and you don’t even know yet. I’m positive it’s for the best. Just so you know you will stand out from the rest.

I care so much about you and I don’t even really know you. We’ve been through so many emotions but we wouldn’t be able to say each others middle names if asked. So I will leave silently just as I came. If you were leaving the whole world would know. I prefer the mystery though. I like the fact that it will be so quick that I won’t hear you screaming “please, come back.”

I’m sorry it has to be in the dead of night but I chose flight over fight. So I will keep my shoes on and when you wake up I will be gone.


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