smoochypooprincess

You call out for me, but take a step back. I call back to you, but you don't listen. All things aside, I thought that's what you wanted. But the arrogance pulls through and the modesty falls back to be forgotten, till perhaps another day when it so suits your mood. But why again, does your skin prickle at my touch and your muscles relax at my whisper? Doesn't it never occur that it's what you quite possibly wanted, what you still want? Take down those ragged defenses, let down these sand bag walls, I won't knock them down, but perhaps someone will. Forever more you'd hold me tightly, you'd never let go. You'd be there beside me, ready to fly