I was yours

I'm not alone.
The words I would have laughed at weeks ago.
I was trapped in the dark
suffocated by steam
Dying slowly
and rather tragically
I was broken
what we thought was too broken to be fixed
scarred and glued together,
Thats what I was.
I was content with loneliness
I had accepted no one could love me
not even myself
Until you came...
A burden was lifted
the tears were dried
I could breathe,
I could see.
I smiled at the words you whispered
and shivered from the tingly feeling you left
from the tips of your fingers
all over my body
those few sweet words
still lingered in my ear
those soft kissed still lingered on my skin
burning holes where you're lips had contact
I could still feel your arms around me
closing in...holding me close
I could feel your breath
and your hands running over my back
I could feel everything
and I would feel it all again soon.
I was no longer a bystander.
I was a friend, No I was more. I was close.
I was yours.
♠ ♠ ♠
I wanted never really successful in writing love-y things that weren't depressing.
I guess it takes a happy love to write about one (: