Let break things down for you:i left my perfectly molded hot boyfriend, because he was basically a walking dead body who lacked words and passion. After 2 years of this you must imagine, you've forgotten what it's like to live.
So I said farewell to him.
Yes, my heart was shattered, yes, from myself, which was fine. I was willing to let my heart heal.
then anther boy walked into my life,
he had been knocking for a while
but between that sexy beard
and
clever mind.
It was tough saying no.
It was far too soon,
but I said fuck it.
I ended up uncovering a person I had wish I hadnt
and needless to say that was a huge mess for my poor shattered heart to handle.
So months later Im here,
just meeting people,
reading them,
watching them
and they are all the same.
( Most of the time Im just rude. Rude to every guy that approaches me. From the second our eyes meet, I know everything I need to know. Meeting people I like first off is rare. )
My hearts behind a brick wall, which has already got me in a few messes already but its still there. Im never satisfied. It's always something, some little insignificant thing.
Im so very picky, personality's are funny.
But first off the way they kiss,
the way they touch,
there eyes eyes eyes,
where they look,
if I see lust or simply fire,
as long as they stay open is a plus,
where there lips move,
where there hands move,
mostly just passion,
a feeling of real passion, real raw passion.
I had given up on every finding that passion.
(I had found things close, but never quite close enough, even molded dead boy lacked eye contact. That drove me mad,
but he had perfect hips, and flawless collarbones that made me wild multiple times a day,)
