So I know that I have been kind of MIA and I really do apologize to my readers! This is just the beginning of some of the stuff that I have been working on. I had to find myself to come back brand new for you guys so I hope you like it. Enjoy!
He sits silently in bed staring at the stark ceiling,
Listening intensely to the noises of the night.
The heavy pants, the slick sound of skin against skin
And the low grunts of ecstasy.
He closes his eyes that hide daring sapphire eyes,
Saddened by his unheard emotions.
He's boiling and twisting deep inside yelling for someone,
Anyone…
Jealousy is not what he calls it. Nor envy.
It is just a distant dream.
It is something that he cannot have.
He says nothing, does nothing about his dying urge,
His NEED to be heard, to be TOUCHED… His need to be
LOVED
But, yet he still speaks not.
His mouth nails in the deadly miasma that keeps him there.
He walks around with his eyes always hiding unforeseen
Fantasies.
He stares blankly at his stark ceiling,
Listening to his love be with someone else.
He wants to hate but he cannot. It is his fault.
He just listens as the moans raise to roars, down to soft murmurs
And wishes and dreams that it was him lying in his raven-haired,
onyx eyed, and paled skinned arms.