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I'm lying in the dark, on my back, staring at where I suppose the ceiling to be. Lying under too many blankets, thinking too many thoughts, wanting too many things. Wishing for sleep to take me away from today.

Silently yearning for everything you have to give.

Your hand. Squeezing, caressing, stroking, never letting go. The echo of it still lies in my hand, on my waist, my face, my shoulder.

Your eyes. Wanting me, loving me, filling me, sucking me dry. I'm drowning, and the only one who could ever save me is dragging me under and away.

Your mouth. Silent; but everywhere.

Silent. And I'm screaming
--I love you
but silent. Always silent. Because of your hands, your eyes, your mouth. Because to say those words, now, would be to say the most perfectly wrong thing.

I want you. I will never deny that. But I love you too. And sometimes for separate reasons, and sometimes the same. I want you for your soul, and I love you for your kisses, but there's more. I want everything. I'll give you everything.

And so now, lying on my back, under too many blankets, I stare into the darkness that is my own mind and watch the filmstrip of my memories and of my dreams. And I'm just the supporting actor, and you are the lead, and you are beautiful.

Holding hands, making love, spending our lives together, killing each other and ourselves?

Rip it, burn it, shred it, destroy it.

I hope you never ask me what I want from you. Because the answer?
--Everything
would send you to everywhere that I can never go.

Give me your silence, and you will have mine.

Description
I'm lying in the dark, on my back, staring at where I suppose the ceiling to be. Lying under too many blankets, thinking too many thoughts, wanting too many things. Wishing for sleep to take me away from today.

Silently yearning for everything you have to give.

Your hand. Squeezing, caressing, stroking, never letting go. The echo of it still lies in my hand, on my waist, my face, my shoulder.

Your eyes. Wanting me, loving me, filling me, sucking me dry. I'm drowning, and the only one who could ever save me is dragging me under and away.

Your mouth. Silent; but everywhere.

Silent. And I'm screaming
--I love you
but silent. Always silent. Because of your hands, your eyes, your mouth. Because to say those words, now, would be to say the most perfectly wrong thing.

I want you. I will never deny that. But I love you too. And sometimes for separate reasons, and sometimes the same. I want you for your soul, and I love you for your kisses, but there's more. I want everything. I'll give you everything.

And so now, lying on my back, under too many blankets, I stare into the darkness that is my own mind and watch the filmstrip of my memories and of my dreams. And I'm just the supporting actor, and you are the lead, and you are beautiful.

Holding hands, making love, spending our lives together, killing each other and ourselves?

Rip it, burn it, shred it, destroy it.

I hope you never ask me what I want from you. Because the answer?
--Everything
would send you to everywhere that I can never go.

Give me your silence, and you will have mine.