The weird thing about sleeping beside boys

the fluttering butterflies, the eagerness to be touched and the protecting nature of it all..that's what girls are supposed to feel right?

His arm lay over my side, pulling me close to his body.
The couch we lay on never seemed so small.
His chest pressed to my back was warm and I could feel his heart racing.
My first sleepover with a boy, and not a hint of lust in sight.
No want to bed him other then to lay my head on his chest.
Pure.
Its never been that way before.
I hadn't felt this way ever and I liked it.
He asks to kiss me, writes about me in his native tongue.
See's beyond my glass exterior, ready to slice anyone that tries to get too close.
My concrete walls that keep everyone out.
He climbed it, places the pieces of myself together with kisses.
He's in love with me.
Taught me to shoot to defend myself from other men.
Neglects the fact that if I started to love him id take him down too.
He cant handle me.
He wants to try.
I let him.
I keep hoping I'll feel something.
The weird thing about sleeping beside boys isn't the comfort.
Its that sometimes you feel everything..
And sometimes
you feel
Nothing.

Reviews

[Chris]

I liked the truth. Some gloss over it, some never recognize it.

[BlackPrince]

'...Neglects the fact that if I started to love him I'd take him down too.'

In those words you sum up the paradoxical nature of so many women.

Well done

[Alessander]

This has a lot of conflicted feelings swirling. It starts off as a sort innocent prepubescent doe love, but the speaker seems much more mature, or maybe even distant or jaded.

Then enters the somewhat violent symbols of guns , defense and agression

He cant handle me.
He wants to try.
I let him.

Seems like the broken is irrepairable.

Ends nihilstically.

Nothing

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

Yes, i remember my first night with a girl, and nothing but laying next to each other, but then somethings enter in the way that just ruin the moment from there on, perhaps we should go back to it, and feel what it felt like before, when things mattered

[Franky]

Ok. Well that didn't end like I thought it might. I'm glad. I like to read along and stay interested since my attention span resembles the tip of a pen. This story is kind of sad though.