Love

A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.

"If your hand can move through my body and touch my heart, what would you feel emanating from it?

Sorrow and emptiness in the dark black spaces hallowed out where loved ones were lost and their seats are empty? Telling you I'll never be the same person I was before those losses.

Hypervigilance which has my heart in a constant state of alert for potential threats around me from past traumas? Always aware of my surroundings. Compassion and Empathy in great vibrations through your fingertips telling you I often put other people's feelings ahead of my own?

Avoiding conflicts to save any bad feelings to the other person, keeping my feelings to myself often to keep the peace, even if that means sacrificing what I truly feel and want. Overly understanding and kindness you feel moving in slow soft waves over your hand-so others don't feel how I've been feeling, and it can turn their whole day around into a smile?

Welcoming pure love telling you I made a home for you in a special stained-glass colored place in my heart so I can always embrace you there? Innocence beaming that's almost childlike swinging high on a swing in the golden sunshine, holding a yellow dandelion flower in my hand as my feet can almost touch the clouds in the blue sky without a care in the world? Romance that makes my delicate feminine soul look like pink pastel hues, and feels like a white doily lace on an old antique side table with an ivory Tiffany lamp warmly illuminated by the light through the drapes?

Passion searing hot red flames with heat that would scorch you until you learn to tame and control it till it surrenders to you? Desire and sensuality in the corners ready to lure you with the look of my eyes and a devilish smirk in my smile?

All that you can feel with just one touch.

One graze of your fingertips sliding down as your hand is cascading through.

So Fuck my soul and feel me entirely- to know me completely, honestly, and wholly with you in it.

"She thought about it the other night. How you pushed her boundaries and tested her senses. She thought of how she got lost in you. And you in her. She thought about how often you called her 'beautiful' in between breaths, whimpers, and moans. She thought about how you made her body rise and fall like Roman ruins.

She thought about how you come up behind her, gently move her long hair over to the other side so you can kiss her neck. And she laughs to herself remembering she told you 'you can't kiss a girl's neck and not expect the sequence of events to start', jokingly. It makes you grin as you're kissing her.

She thought about how all her sadness, pain, and anxiety disappears when she's with you. And only with you. You awaken another side of what not many have seen, and only a few dabbed into. But with you, oh with you, she gives all of her. And you cherish that.

She thought about how you know her body more than anyone else. She thought about how she feels so complete when she's with you, and feels like something is missing when she's not. Then she thought about what you have planned for her next time, and she grins just imagining what you may come up with".

"Perhaps, somewhere, someday, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again"

As he was inside me, with his weight on top of me, he kissed me on my forehead softly again and again- in between kissing my lips hard and passionately, as he said 'You know what a kiss on the forehead means'.

I was silent.

I knew what it meant. It meant protection. Respect. It meant undying love. It meant I'm his, and his alone. It meant 'you're mine'. It meant I mean the world to him. I didn't need to answer his statement. He knew I knew what it meant. We understood each other in those sweet seconds as he stayed inside me.

And in that moment, I fell in love with him more than I already do...and he didn't even know it.

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I don't want to remember the scars you left

But every day they're stuck within my mind

There'll always be a little piece of you around.

Like a nightmare that doesn't fade in the morning.

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Because the scars you left behind cut deep

If i was to compare them to an ocean.

My lungs would burst as i reached its bed.

That's how far your abuse made me drown.

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Maybe I've now learnt to come up for air.

But the toxicity of your actions still haunts me.

My mind has these mental flashbacks all the time.

It's like although I've finally reached the surface

All that i have to greet me is a flood of acid rain

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Because the memories are probably more painful.

Replaying it over and over again every day.

Makes me relive each moment in high definition

It makes the wounds bleed once again.

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I've carried them with me since I was a child.

The bruises may have now faded away

But your fist feels like it's always approaching

My body still flinches every single time.

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I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive you.

But somehow i have to learn to move on.

I can't let you control my life forever.

Even though i still feel like that little child.

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THE SCARS YOU LEFT BEHIND.

#Abdullah

Most Men Don't Understand.

Most Men Don't Understand Its Not About Giving Her The World, But It's Actually About Making Her Feel Like She's A Priority In Yours.

It's About Surprising Her With A Sweet Text Throughout The Day To Remind Her You're Thinking About Her.

It's About Coming Home From Work & Asking About Her Day Because You Genuinely Care About The Answer.

It's About Going To The Refrigerator To Get Yourself A Drink, And You Get Her One Without Even Asking.

It's About Driving Down A Backroad & You Pull Off To The Side To Pick Her Some Beautiful Wild Flowers.

It's About Cuddling On The Couch In Sweatpants & Binge Watching Your Favorite Show On Netflix Together.

It's About Taking Her To Her Favorite Restaurant Unannounced.

It's About Slow Dancing With Her In The Rain To A Song That Was Written By George Strait.

It's About Calling Her Randomly & Asking How She Is Doing Because You Care About Her Mental Health.

It's About Laying Her Favorite Dress On The Bed With A Note That Says "Put This On & Be Ready By 7pm".

It's About Knowing The Smallest Details About Her, Like The Way She Likes Her Coffee In The Morning, Or Her Favorite Smell, Or What Movies Make Her Cry.

It's About Going To A Local Ice Cream Parlor On A Saturday Afternoon To Talk About Your Life Goals Together Over A Couple Hot Fudge Sundaes.

Take My Advice And Remember… It Doesn't Always Have To Cost Much Money, It Just Needs To Catch Her Off Guard.

#Abdullah

‿ℒℴνℯ⁀💕 Abdullah

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Love is not about posssession, Love is about appreciation.”