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Someday- Adverb [The legendary place where all your hopes, dreams, goals and aspirations magically all come to fruition]
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
It wasn’t in the itinerary that I fall for you.
You were supposed to be one of those transit flights.
I should’ve been in and out of your life faster than you’d say jack Robinson.
Love has always “scarred” my makeup.
With a seemingly unlovable patched heart,
I embraced the status quo.
And then you came along…
Paranoia in me keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop, for you to walk away and never look back taking with you that which is left of a broken yet functional heart.
I keep waiting for your wife, mistress or kids to show up on my doorstep.
I keep waiting for something to go drastically wrong But none of that has happened.
So here I stand with these engulfing and overwhelming desires
I long and thirst for you; I crave your kisses and your touch.
I love the taste of your lips.
I crave you in ways words cannot begin to describe.
I want to bask in the euphoria of your scent.
I do not miss you at midnight when loneliness creeps in, I miss you when I’m in a crowded room surrounded by loud noises.
I Miss you without reason.
I carry you in my spirit.
Sometimes, I think I pray for you more than I pray for myself.
I want to call you home.
I want you to hold me, I want you to show me off to the world just as you flaunt your tenth grade medals.
I want my fingers entwined in yours now and even when we are old & wrinkled.
I want our happily ever after; the dress, kids and the house with the white picket fence.
I cringe at the thought that another woman might make you happy.
I know that couple of years later when our kids are all grown and married, hopefully without any affairs on your part, I’d still look you straight in the eyes and tell you how much I love you without hesitation.
I want to yell so loudly till you know you’re just right for me
But Alas, all these you’d never know as we’re not promised tomorrow.
To live in the moment was our plan.
But it’s not so easy trying to win this war against my heart
I therefore will continue to muffle the cries of my weary heart as it continually longs for more.
It’s okay to call me crazy, I’m beginning to think I am
But once in a while I hear the voices in my head gently whispering to me
He’d love you just as much