4/30/13

recognition.


Deny all you want, go ahead, I dare you. Everybody knows already, so why are you hiding? Behind the blinds you are mine. I am yours. We are one. This mess we have created is anything but ordinary, but, that's why we can't escape it. I can feel it, and I know you can too. It's in the way your skin melts on mine, the silent stares we exchange, the loving words that come so naturally. The jokes meant just for us, the drunken cravings, the mis-communication. The apologies, the reasoning, the excuses. The lyrics that move us, the recognition, the acknowledgment, the realization. The hours that pass by us when we're together, the need for approval, the ache for attention. The baggage that haunts us both, mainly me. The age difference, the phone calls, the check ins. The hope that rises when my phone rings and the knot in my throat when it doesn't. The laughs, oh the laughs. Constant, always. The drives, the adventures, the advice. The friendship, the arguments, the insecurities. The inevitability. The undeniable. The attempt to walk away only to rush back. The greatest sex we've ever experienced. The mesh. The adaptations. The yearning to know, to experience. Your innocence. My knowledge. Jealousy along with pride that won't let us completely feel. The way we miss each other when one of us isn't there. The reminders, the attempts at being with other people, the regret in the morning. The need to touch each other, hold each other, just be there. The way we have learned each other. Flaws, ticks, peeves, likes, turn ons and offs. The favors, the pain in saying no, the ease in saying yes. Tell me, show me. I never want to lose this, whatever it is. It is the closest and safest thing I have ever felt. It doesn't make sense, yet it is so clear in my heart. You are mine. I am yours. We are one.