As night unfolds its thousands of shadows, dressing the city in a tailored black cape, my mind wanders, and the questions flow. I sit, cold, agitated and clueless. I wait for you. Every night, I wait.
We’re perfect together, you could never deny that. We’re good, so good for each other. Our souls sing in perfect harmony, we connect. You complete me, just as I complete you. Everything about you I adore…
There’s that thing between us, that keeps us in a constant push and pull game. It’s almost insane. As if allowing our skins to meet, would kill the magic. Would kill the spark in our yearning eyes. Hungry for each other, knowing we are toxic. Take a bite, and the romance dies.
It’s kind of sad, really.
We’re like fitting pieces, just from two different puzzles. And it has become hard to say if we are engaged in a duel or a duet…
Still, I wait. Shivering in the darkness, I wait for you still. Longing for your sweet talk, feeding on my most secret fantasies. Ready to keep you at arm’s lenght. Because we’re like that.
Made for each other, just not meant to be together.
Maybe we’re just both heading home, with keys that don’t fit the same door.
#NovemberNotes2019 – Low Roar by Bones