Call Me

From the moment you came strolling into my life with your golden eyes and crooked smile, I knew I was going to have to deal with the fall. I knew right then and there that you were going to be so much more than some little crush, I was falling HARD, and I had no idea how I was going to stop it. 

It’s been awhile since I spent so much time within my own daydreams – in your arms is where I have found a new kind of warmth and not being able to stay there is like the 7th circle of hell. Because somehow I fit, like some obscure puzzle piece finally finding the puzzle that she belongs to.

And sometimes I wonder where your heart is at, if it links up nicely with mine or if you mind is telling you something different.

But then as soon as I walk away, my phone starts to ring.

And there you are.

I want your love in the most consuming of ways. I want it to swallow me whole, leaving me shook, breathless and the only thing I can smell is your skin on mine.

I want your smile to never fade.

I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted anything before – and that fucking scares the shit out of me.

I think I love you.

And I’ve tried to slow my heartbeat down, because that shit matters when you start to get older, but the second you cross my mind… well, shit, there it goes racing again.

Your golden eyes are in the back of my mind.

These feelings keep crossing the red lines.

And I hope that this feeling will last a little while longer.

Because it feels good.

It feels right.

It’s easy.

So, keep calling me the second I leave, let me have the joy of being able to be loved by you for just a moment longer.


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