Torment,
that's what it was
His eyes closed,
and yet all that he saw and felt was her
She'd snared him in her grip
whether it was who she was or the curse,
he didn't know
She'd pushed and pulled,
achingly pulling him apart at the seams
To pretend to not be affected
was like another form of torture,
but it was necessary,
and it was a bittersweet addiction of his
It was almost fun to hide the feelings that haunted him,
felt like an inside joke
when his writing nearly turned into a diary
of how they were when they were together
Now though,
the time for those kinds of secrets had faded,
and he was tasked with the almost pleasant task of getting to know her better
It was funny how they could spend their childhoods together,
how they could press so close once they were much older,
know how to make each other beg and break and crave more,
and yet not really know enough
He sighed,
but there was a smile on his face as she leaned closer,
and let him kiss her,
let him love her
without forcing their hand
to fall into their old routine of not really letting that love shine through.