Words Unsaid.

“Tell me something beautiful.” She whispered as they lay under the covers, bodies curled into one another to the point where he did not know where his ended and hers began. He stroked her hair, then her cheeks and then finally pressed his lips against hers while she smiled; she always smiled when he did this. It had been 4 years since and she never failed to smile when I kissed her. She asked me again, ” Tell me something Beautiful. I want to know what you think is Beautiful.”

He sighed and whispered, “You.”

She shivered. She never did acknowledge her beauty. She never did look into the mirror and see what I saw and that was one of the most saddening things ever. I wanted her to see what i saw. I wanted to give her my eyes and my heart and to see the things that I saw and feel the things that I feel when I do see her.

I began running my fingers through her hair while she hummed softly. She put her hands through my hair and somehow we fell into this beautiful silence.

I began again, i always jumped onto every opportunity to remind her that I see her, that I’m always seeing her and I’m never going to stop trying to make her see the way I see her.

I began again, “Its you, my love. You are beautiful and I will never stop saying that. Don’t ask me to stop saying it cuz I never will. Why don’t you see that every single kiss that I have placed on your body is to claim it as mine because I am scared that someone will steal you away; bit by bit BECAUSE you are so beautiful. You are constantly making my jaw drop and making me question everything that I know. You are always there, smiling¬†with that charming smile of yours. Sometimes, I want to hide you away because I feel like if someone sees you in all your might, they will want you almost as much as I do and I can’t for the life of me let that happen. So its you, You are a beautiful thing.. You are my beautiful thing.”

 

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Say my Name.

Speak to me darling. Speak to me in words unwritten and unspoken. Speak to me in sweet nothings and little kisses that mean the entire universe to me. Speak to me in riddles and puzzles. Speak to me in stolen glances and sneaky smiles. Look at me from across a room and read my mind. Speak to me when you’re saying nothing and make me feel like there are a thousand butterflies in my stomach as you are doing this. Speak to me with stolen touches. Touch me and kiss me and speak to me. Lets make this our language and let’s not tell anyone. Let’s go away for days at once and blast music in our car and not say anything at all. Hold my hand tight and graze your fingers across my palm. Send tickles across my ears as you whisper beautiful words.

Come here already.