Hold.

[bbychop]

Your cold looks can tell me where I belong. I feel worse than the last trip. As I peek out the corner of my left eye I can see you. Silent. Still. In the bed we both had spent nights sharing. Reflections. Hopes. Everything this room could have held, we would have filled. Nothing is left. Ill at ease to the touch. Breathless. Betrayal filled. The calling keeps on. You cannot point the blame for once. It is on you. It is too late you to be my nothing. Nothings do not last forever. I cannot place my finger on you. Remain out of reach. Stay asleep, sweetheart. Keep on dreaming. It is what I tried to do once but my dreams never come true. This adventure has to stop. This ride has to end. It is time for the break down but I am ready to move on.

I have not written for a minute. I actually wrote this while watching the person I wrote about fall asleep in the bed behind me. I am sort of glad he does not read the things I write about him.

[SirRawrsalot]

beautiful poem. I loved it. +rep

[bbychop]

Thank you. After the person I had written about left, I wrote two more parts to the poem. It is a little scratchy and in need of much editing but I am going to go ahead and post.

Part 2
Quietly I crawl into the spot beside you. You were unaware until I pushed you towards the wall. Do you remember the nights you had to feel my breath upon your skin just to sleep? Debating on sleep, I feel you move. I cannot take being beside you. I cannot take being away from you. I make an excuse to get out of bed. As you slide into the spot on my bed, our bed, you remind me that you are just keeping my spot warm. With a half-hearted smile I say something you would forget before the sun arose. I make myself cozy in the spot you were supposed to move out of. Back to back we lay. Not arm in arm. Not body to body. No warmth between us. I keep peering at the clock. It reads four forty-two. I look over at you. Mouth open and snoring. Moments I remember you best. Peaceful. I cannot decide whether to keep looking at you or going back to sleep. As I drift back into sleep... twitch. Did I make a mistake in believing I want to let go? Or is this feeling going to pass come morning? I am letting the road continue leading me down this path. Did I miss the last exit or am I ever going to run into a sign forcing me to stop?

Part 3
I look over to you before I decide to leave the room. Drowning in sleep on the couch, I feel your touch. You never wake me up. Above me I see your smiling face. Rare. I want to hear "Why did you go to another room?" Nothing. Beside you, I am once again. Quietly we walk. While across from each other, I feel the distance between what we were and what we are. Next to you I end up falling. "I could have slept better if we would have been like this last night." "You could have woke me up. We could have." Silence. Heart to heart in a steam filled hot tub. My head upon your shoulder. Perfection. Back inside I realize I am glad you do not know I write these words about you or else it would show you what I really feel.

[SirRawrsalot]

I really like part 2. Part 3 is almost there, but the first part of it and very last part could use... something. I don't really know what.... I think that if you re-read part 3 and you're happy with it then it's done. Altogether a beautiful poem.