This time

I hate that I think of you at this time of night. I should be thinking of anything other than you but I’m not. Because I can’t get you off my mind. I don’t know why I want to know you more each day. I don’t know why I want to be looking at you from the bottom up. I can’t understand why I would want to complicate my life and cause chaos in my relationship. In my world I always put everyone other than me first. I would sacrifice my dreams and wants for their happiness. And it would be you that would make me not want to sacrifice a chance. A chance to know you and a chance to follow this feeling. This feeling that refuses to leave. It has me captured and captivated like a one person audience to your one man show. Show me more. Let me see the parts you hide from the world. It would be my pleasure to embrace your flaws and love your talents. Can I taste your intelligence and make love to your creativity? Can we let passion cover us like a waterfall? Flowing down us like sweat on a sunny day. I want your smile to shine down on me and your lips to find mine in the darkness. It’s all too much to wish for without an answer and this is why I hate to think of you at this time of night. 
C L Cunningham 

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