Taste of Paper, Act of Love

Darkness. That was all that was left. Darkness and silence. I held your hand, too deep in love to say anything. I wanted more than anything to kiss you, but I knew it would be the last if I did. You shake from cold that’s what made me grab your hand in the first place. If only you could know just how much I loved you. All you have to do is look in my eyes, but you’ve been avoiding them lately. Are you afraid to see something> Does the pureness of it frighten you? My heart and soul are yours, Just take it. I believe I have no purpose, if they weren’t meant to share. Being this close to you means everything yet causes so much pain. I place your hand over my heart. Can’t you feel it race. Every thought of you sends mini shocks. Its okay, you can pull away, I really didn’t mean to jerk your arm like that. If you loved me too, we’ll make Apollo jealous. He’d cut out our hearts to absorb the strength. I’d die happy, and you’d love me too. You make a soft moan as you turn over in your sleep. It echoed off the silent walls. I’m sorry, didn’t mean to wake you. As you lift your head up, you stare for the first time in weeks into my eyes. Can you see it now? I see something in yours too. You’re fucking beautiful. I grab your hand softly and give you the most intense kiss I could muster. You love me too. I see a bright light through my closed eyelids, as our hearts rip from our chest. Apollo screams at us. But I don’t care.  You loved me too.1