04.08.03 - 8:59 PM
This place is like a hotel room, a temporary thrill before you. Nothing is home, nothing is home, nothing is home because nothing ever feels right.
I think about where I will be, where in life I will stand years from now. I smile because it's always with you as though no matter what we will become, we will become what we are together. This charade will last so long.
Come out, come out, we all give up.
I will check out soon and leave the liquor bar untouched. I will leave the trial sized body wash behind and check into your hotel, your body, your temple under a pseudonym. I will check in as myself.
I realize that we are changing fast, metamorphosing with every 'I love you,' every day seperated, every heart beat that is not synchronized. I'd like to fast track this change and know that in the end, we have changed together. That amidst the shuffle of long-term life, our fingers have remained intertwined and that, yes, we are still one.
Are we one now? Are we synonymous for each other? Do we synchronize the rises and falls of our chests, the pounding of our hips, the beauty of our desire for each other?
My need for you is like a run-on sentence, never ending, painfully growing and at times, seemingly senseless. But still, my sentences are too long and still, my body longs for yours. Still I write as though these words are meant to be chains, binding us together, woven through out hearts and laced throughout our ribcages. I can feel your heart beating against mine.
Through these words, through these chains. Through these boundaries that deem our love limitless.
I apologize, did I say love? I meant desire. I meant need. I meant raw, unharnessed hunger. I meant love.
I meant that I miss you. Please come soon, this suite is so lonely and the rates they are charging me will only be worthwhile if this room was occupied by you as well.
