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If I go crazy,

Will I still be your superman?
It's all a game of affections. I win so many but my heart isn't fully submerged in their smiles, not comforted by their warmth. Its as if I'm collecting the hearts of the admiring, hanging them on a wall or wearing them as charms on a bracelet. Each one brings a smile to my face, a happy memory, a flutter of butterflies, but nothing takes my breath away. Its a curious observation, seeing them fall for you. creeping like an ivy vine, so unremarkable, but after a surpassing time you're covered with it, as they explore the depth of your eyes, the shine of your hair in the sunlight, the sound of your laugh. And you find yourself amazed in them as well, gingerly interacting, testing new wings. And you feel your tendrils growing out and intertwining, slowly. Mutual attraction, mass confusion, fear. For what if their admiration outweighs and you find yourself unbalanced, teetering off the edge into madness. I don't want to fall. but I don't want to stray too far from the edge, the fun, the rush. I thirsted for affection but now I'm afraid I'll drown.

And her heart is full and empty, like a cactus tree
But she's too busy, being free.

Comments

pihzaz said…
AHH i can't explain how much i loved this andrea. It spoke to me, and i know you know how it did. It's beautiful!

I only wish to experience it one day. because it makes you so happy and everyone and it feels good, i love you!
September 4, 2009 at 1:58 PM
pihzaz said…
Its a curious observation, seeing them fall for you. creeping like an ivy vine, so unremarkable, but after a surpassing time you're covered with it, as they explore the depth of your eyes, the shine of your hair in the sunlight, the sound of your laugh.

My fav part.
September 4, 2009 at 1:58 PM
pihzaz said…
I thirsted for affection but now I'm afraid I'll drown.



sooooooooooooooo goood lol okay ill stop. but honestly i love it
September 4, 2009 at 1:59 PM
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