The Truth You Never Knew

What are we doing?

Who do you want me to be?

Where exactly are we going?

When will you be real with me?

I feel as if I'm falling.

Falling fast into a peaceful abyss. An abyss much like Heaven, yet frightening, like a horror story.

When I look into your eyes I'm calmed by a warmth I'm not used to, yet it feels so right.

You're either going to be the death of me, or my Saving Grace. A gift from the Gods, or an evil prank meant to destroy me completely.

What will you be?

Were you sent to conquer and destroy?

Or were you sent to save this jaded heart of mine?

I look into your eyes and it's all I can do to not lose my will and become your little puppet on a string.

I kiss your lips and I feel myself melting like butter on a hot plate in the sun.

You touch me and my nerves become electricity through wires.

Each and every ending alive with temptation and a deep, passion filled desire, my body ready to burst into flames.

I feel so much, yet not as I usually do. Not alienated or disassociated as is my norm. No, I feel free, aloof, and alive. I feel love. I feel home.

When someone can make me smile like you do, it scares me. I fear the moment they leave, like they always do. I fear the pain and desperation I'm bound to endure soon.

But you don't make me feel that, you don't scare me like the others have before you.

No, I feel no fear, I feel no doubt. I know what it is, I know what lies unspoken.

Yet I can't help but feel like a giddy child filled with such hope for the future, even as the answers come to the questions I've yet to ask.

When will you make me yours?

When will I be enough to be everything you want and need?

When will you be real with me?