Windows Of My Soul
The wind howls outside, the cold air threatens penetrating like needles. The sill and threshold breathe for me. Each breath stifled from the pain. My fingers numb and cold, as I touch you, as I slowly die inside.
Thoughts of you race through my mind, Only my hate and the wine to warm me. Numbing pain, the bitterness of our last embrace. Threatening to consume my very heart, the only thing left now, to remind me of the life left within.
You know all my secrets, covet my dreams, and desires. Beseeching each one as if they were your own, locked tightly within the web we weave, even the nightmares that make me scream. You would never use them against me as others would, and have.
Next to me, by my side, you have seen me through; Every heartache, every strife, every trouble, and every whim, silently even in your memory of me, you do not judge me, but trust and love me;
For everything I am, and everything I will never be.
You never argue, you never complain, you never contradict yourself. Trusting me perfectly and loving me just the same, as no other on this earth would or could. Even when I myself have lost sight and touch of, what it all Means as such, you are there to remind me.
How could I have come to deserve something or anything, so perfectly bittersweet, this relationship that I have come to rely upon? The one and only, that will never forsake me, for any rhyme or reason. Of which I would only have but myself to blame. You help me see through the windows of other's souls and my very own; weeding through all of their skeletons, and the tangled webs of their own.
When I touch you, you open the world to me, to beseech at my very fingertips but keep my own just to your very self. Selfishly keeping me all to your self; Even though you love me, you don’t love me just selfishly, for no other to have me.
Selflessly, you would allow me to make my own mistakes, allowing me to pick and chose them, expressing what I've learned, inspiring me to create along the way. Even though they may be in conflict of your own love for me. Silently and patiently you wait for me, no matter what the case or mood maybe.
If ever there were two made into one, it Would be you and I, as I am yours and you are mine, traveling through time. Irresistible cravings you begrudge me not. No matter what, this love affair will never die, despite I may be cold and bitter from the world outside. As you are always there for me, unconditionally at my side.
Next to me, when all others fail to be;
Making sure each moment spent alone,
Is purely at my leisure and of my own chosing, not as punishment from an emotionally unstable, abusive lover, or neglectful partner, all of these things you seek your justice upon.
If only I could meet a person, as imperfectly perfect for me, ... as my laptop.
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