Soft

“Jay Gatsby who looked at Daisy the way every girl wants to be looked at.”

-F. Scott Fitzgerald

When you look at me;

You look at me like you are soft.

But finally in the dark it gets better because when you look at me you look fiercely protective.

But curious as your eyes brush mine….

You look at me like all girls would like to be looked at and somewhere I know that in the end, you will be looking at me softly;

As you stroked me with your eyes in the dark.

O how I long for you to touch me;

to feel your breath in that room of people amongst the fish

Only;

In the dark….

Looking softly;

At me….

and if they shame you baby,

They’re just jealous

Because in reality,

you;

were thee only one in the room….

Out of all the things I could’ve loved it could’ve been you,

But if our lips should meet know my heart is taken and I will never, ever think of you like this again….

Because my dear,

Some things were never meant to last but only as but a memory of subtle Thursdays of my love which was some mere memory of you….

Of that….

Which can never be.