Pretending

I stare into your eyes, and pretend you’re looking back and seeing stars.

I stare at your body, and pretend you’re looking back and seeing beauty. 

I stare at your lips, and pretend you’re looking back wishing to kiss mine with the same force I wanna kiss yours.

I get a sudden rush of fullness, the kind that makes me never want to feel empty again.

I am here, with you. And I am pretending that you see galaxies in my soul and that the thoughts in your head are pure.

You start touching my thighs, and I pretend that you are touching my hands.

You start caressing my breasts, and I pretend that you are caressing my hair.

I start feeling less full, and my insides ache.

You start penetrating inside my body, and I pretend you are telling me that I matter.

So I sit there, and smile. I sit there and pretend that you want me, and I sit there and pretend that I don’t want you.

Reviews

[Richard Layne]

This is tough. to want to be loved so much by the wrong person is something most of us has been through. We fool ourselves sometimes but know this, we are all important for who we are, not what others think or want us to be.

[danielle.]

I think I understand, craving the intimacy missing in the spaces where it should reside. A sad story, but you have expressed it in a beautiful way x

[Phill Oz O'fee]

To be in a one sided relationship where you are totally committed to a passionate romance and your partner’s is based on sexual impulses rather than clear affection is unhealthy! This is not reciprocated love – its exploitation! Your poignantly penned piece cries out this message … hope this is not your situation, because if it is … you need an escape plan! Well written emotional composition … bless! :-)

[Jibey]

This is a powerful expression of how it feels to experience the tokens of love without the essence. The touching of thighs, caressing of breasts and the penetration of body are functions rather than intimate delights, but the pretence of truth is achingly sad.

[Kate Z.]

We pretend to ward off despair. It's not new, yet to every woman it is personal, new to her. Beautifully expressed.

[Evelynn]

Wow! This is really good.