More Pain

I don't think you fully understand what you're doing to me. What you're doing to my stand point of our relationship.
I don't think you understand that I try so hard not to cry every night when you're out in the other room doing what you do.
I don't think you understand just how much pain I feel.
It hurts that you broke your promise entirely. I bent the promise so you would eat when you were sick. But now that you're better?
It hurts that you can't make the responsible choice in doing it sparingly.

I feel like the wet blanket. The odd one out of everything.
I'm standing firm in what I believe in on this topic and it's just so very hard to do.
I'm getting close to the breaking point of standing at the fork in the road. Do I stay firm or do I cave in and participate.
There's not appeal to me in what you are doing, but I feel like it's one other thing that you and I can do, then it will be okay.

There's another choice in the road, where I just leave and never come back. That road however, I try so hard to stay away from.

Wanted

I want someone who isn't afraid to touch me in whatever way they see fit for whatever situation we're in. Someone who will just rub my back just because they wanted to


I want someone who's not afraid to just pin me against the wall or drag me to a dark corner and kiss me passionately. Someone who isn't afraid to physically show me that they love me, in public and in private.

I want someone who'll be romantic and cheesy. Someone who'll buy me flowers and chocolates. Someone who'll write love notes and make playlists

I want someone who'll spoil me. Buy me pretty things and some things that I need or just the random stuff.

I want someone who'll help me mature mentally, spiritually, emotionally. Someone who'll support for whatever endeavor I chase after.

Most of all, I just want someone who'll love me unconditionally.

Pain to my heart

I don't know what you think cheating is but what you are doing I consider it to be cheating. You promised me that you wouldn't go looking while we are dating. Or did you think that I meant looking for another relationship? Cause that's what I meant along with looking for people to do on the side. I can't believe that I'm ignoring this fact. I can't believe that I'm not strong enough to go.

Breakfast

I don't ask for much. I don't ask you to do many things for me but when I do ask, it'd be nice if you did it right then and there. Or if you say that you'll do it after one thing then you'll actually do it and not forget about it. I make you food all the time and I do put some effort into it. I wish that you would do the same. The food doesn't have to be perfect. It's the thought that counts. The fact that you made food for me is enough. I wish you would understand that.

Words Don't Need To Be Said

I know that you just got off of work. I know that you are probably tired and still excited from the catch that you got tonight. However, I do not share your excitement. I could care less about the fact that you got some girl's number. Your hyper activeness is not welcome near me right now. You actually live here while I am just a long time guest. You still don't understand how similar he and I are. Talking isn't necessary while watching tv. Talking isn't necessary when my favorite channel is on. I don't need your fucking commentary on everything. I just want to hear the tv.

Kisses

You surprised me tonight and with that I am satisfied. Words just can't describe how I feel. I love your kisses rare as they are. I love the feel of your lips against mine.

Two Things I Want To Tell You

I want that touch of when we're not doing anything special, just cuddling on the couch. You'd play with my hair and run your fingers through it. You'd start at the roots and go down to the tips. You'd brush stray hairs away from my face and maybe even caress my cheek. You've done this before, I remember. I remember the touch; I remember feeling; I remember the chill that I would get.

I want the kisses that you used to give when you were courting me. You'd find a way to hover over me whenever I would be sitting down. You'd lean in real close and whisper, "What are you doing?" Your lips would brush against my cheek, making promises of the eventual kiss that will be bestowed upon it. We'd converse in whispers and at some point you'd lightly press a kiss on my neck or on my cheek. I'd briefly close my eyes and just bask in the feeling.