Him and the other.

How soft, so much more gentle than his touch, are His words divine.  By His words I could be happy, when the others touch only burns my skin, my lips moving against his. 

And yet...it is the others touch I have felt, and still feel, lingering against my skin. This one, was my hearts content and he did come before the man I so now wish I belonged too.

But so..My heart is not content upon the thoughts of releasing, what it held so dearly, that was ripped out of its grasp by the held himself. My love is not giving in even though my soul knows he is gone from sight, and will never take a second to look back, and see I still want him dearly.

This one I want...oh will he forever be so blind, or am I really so good at hiding thoughts, that show myself intently? My words are not so meaningless, but does he see that, but just not show it? Oh how I want to belong to him.

Nothing can change how this has turned me around, from wanting who ripped away from me, and the feelings for somebody, who's hand I dream of holding. Oh my words, have taken a twist, always speaking of someone who shred my heart, and soul a bit more each time. 

I must end this dearest readers of my heart,soul, and minds words..For if not my mind will surely pour out into words so simple to explain as unrested. My words, will begin to mix around and soon I myself will be lost.

And all I will do is relax and fall asleep dreaming of our fingers intertwined, and his arms around me, as my eyes close and a smile creeps upon my lips.