74 is now the combination of us and although our togetherness was polar; whether it was bi or opposite and with no trust. I felt that our insecurities got the best of us. I know that what we had for each other was both true love and it was true lust.
It was Perfect; At least it was for me. I just couldn't convince you to see what I see. Which is WE.
Breathe.
It took some time but I knew our Love was unconditional once our smiles began to look the same; once our eyes began to look the same. But I also knew that something was wrong when the body language began to shift and change.
Breathe.
Time apart. Time for a new starts. Time for new loves. Time for new ventures. Time for new arts .
New wrongs, new songs, new moans and I think it's time to stop holding on.
Breathe.
At least that's what I keep telling myself, do you? "I just want to Breathe."
But are we really through?
Can you really stop wanting me?
Can I really stop Loving you?
Can you forgive me?
Can I really forgive you?
Or is just saying it out loud makes us both sound like fools.
Breathe.
Or maybe I'm alone in this. Maybe I'm the only one with this wish. Maybe I'm the only one that says and feels, that I miss, And that I still haven't found another that makes up or replaces our kiss.
Breathe.
Sometimes I want to believe that this is just a test. Cause see, I tell you to breathe, although feeling I'm the only one that's taking deep breaths.
Breathe.
These past years without you, these past tears about you and if crying makes me less of a man, then I guess less of a man I stand with or without you.
Breathe.
I guess it's just too much of a distance, too much of a resistance. But in the same breath I can still say I miss this. But the only thing that's difference is, now I can finally Breathe.
M.
