I never needed you. The same as you never wanted me. 

Nevertheless, it was quite the privalge to have been able to say you were mine. 

What a wonderful blessing to be within your arms. 

I wanted you, craved your pressence 

desired to be withing your eyesight. 

Please never mistake my needs for a want. 

For what we had was never pushed or forced, 

it was just effortless. 

Never did I want to be fixed, 

I never wanted to be a chore, a task, something to be a must. 

I wished to have been a desire your desire.

Anything other than a burden.

 

Intimate.

we could have been intimate.

 

You could have kissed me, 

Told me that the tears in my eyes sent a reflection of beauty in the pain. 

I could have held your hand, 

listened to all the beautiful nothings that scattered the confines of your mind. 

instead of wasting our time. 

 

We lacked intimacy, 

had all the love and compassion, 

the NEED for understanding

but never intimate. 

we held back. 

 

I held back. 

I dressed up my truth, my story 

I was never naked infront of you. 

I held back my bare reality. 

 

Intimate oppurtinites we missed. 

Could you have washed off my makeup and kiss me the same? 

baby, dearest, ex lover of mine. Are you still there? 

Can you still love me tenderly with care? 

Could we ever be

Intimate?