Gentle Spirit

Happy Birthday My Love, I have a story to tell I hope I do it justice, it’s for you, my beautiful (insert Name)

“It’s Six O’clock,” you said. No, no, no, no, no, no was all I could think. “I don’t want to go, I don’t want to leave you.”

I am starving, I haven’t been fed since you have left It’s been nearly two weeks, I am at the point of desperation I can’t feed this hunger, Like an animal I need you to feed me Feed me, I want to scream it but don’t want you to turn away.

Caught up in the whirlwind that is you, my perfect storm. Love, Lust, Friendship, Passion, Desire and Vulnerability.

It had been almost two weeks since I had seen you. Two long hellishly lonely weeks. I miss my aches, the itching is totally gone too.

When I watched you walk away yesterday, I knew you took a piece of me with you as well. I won’t feel complete until you come back and return that piece to me.

I need you to take every­thing from me. When you exer­cise your enti­tle­ment to what is yours, in those times I know, beyond any shadow of doubt that I belong to you com­pletely.

Surrender. Such an easy word to say, such a hard thing to do.