This brick wall is killing my intentions to ever rebuild a relationship that bleeds within the walls of my heart. Most people get more chances than deserved to settle or tackle a love gone down in spirals. But I have the pleasure to sit and wonder. Though my heart was trampled upon, it still beats to find yours. Will it then survive from the lack of tempo your invisible body creates?
I tremble when I allow my mind to escape to a time when you returned. The times when your heart came back to mine on bended knee stole my breath and pierced slipping drops of heat down my cheeks. I was then capable to breathe calmly because you returned and were willing to tackle happiness; this was the greatest pleasure ever known. Gripping for that moment once again, my dreams resonate a decision of my own to go back to a love that overtook my soul. A love that brought out my inner being. A love that, among all the outside chaos, was the only thing that brought me back in towards peace.
My eyes wonder and my skins starts to wave. I remember your nervous hiccups and the words you tried to speak. After a lengthy, exposing letter I never thought I could be overtaken again. But you trembled as I cried for you to catch the tears. I remember the feeling to be at ease that no matter the noise, being with you was my choice, and you were there to hold me. You promised strength and support within those rigid lines of criticism. And that was all I needed; the choice to be in your arms was always easy. And it kills me that it is no longer a choice.
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