hes my muse .

hes my muse .

i look at him and get butterflies
everytime i see him.
when he kisses me, i lose my breath,
everytime he kisses me.
when he holds me, i feel like im in heaven
everytime he holds me.
when he looks at me , i feel like im the most beautiful female in the world
everytime he looks at me.
when i think about giving up , i think of him and get a burst of energy
everytime i think about him.

nobody can tell me what we have isnt real , its real alright . i can feel it , i can see it , and i can even touch it at times. sometimes two people have a connection that only them two understands so i dont expect you to understand anything that goes on between he and i. when we started this thing called us , we knew it would be hard . there were times when he walkd out on me but i loved him with everything in me , no matter how much i loved him , he didnt come back but you think he forgot about me ? nooope. i walked out on him once in our years of talking and dating , i regret it everyday bc i know if i woulda stayed around , things woulda got better. never listen to what other people say , it tends to have an effect on your thinking . i wish i would kept my bizness to myself bc this heartache i feel , knowing that he doesnt have to do what he does for me , its painful and it coulda been pure bliss .

ill forever love him and once day i know ill get him back ..