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Monday, February 7, 2011

His blue eyes. They get me everytime...

I see you
you look through me
My heart it aches
for what could never be

My pulse races
Yours stays the same
Your smile weakens me
I only have myself to blame

I fell for you
Someone else captured your love
I feel bad for what happend
We cant undo what we've already done

Binded by silver rings
Telling her nothing but lies
She doesn't know what we're doing
Everytime I fall for your blue eyes.

I wanted to write a little poem about what I've been dealing with recently.  I've been having a hard time dealing with it and it starting to really depress me.  I met this guy about 4 weeks ago.  He was perfect. Funny, outgoing, random, and everything. His ocean blue eyes make my heart skip a beat and make me forget everyone else in the world.  What's the catch?  He's married.  He isn't old or anything. He is the same age as me but he's married to a stupid bitch.  I know you are all probably thinking I should never have gotten involved with a married man.  Yeah, I know that.  I wasn't exactly expecting to get involved, let alone fall head over heals for him.  Ugh.  Here's how it went down.
  One slow evening night at the mall. I was sitting at my desk minding my own business. When out of nowhere I look up and there he was.  The first thing I noticed was his amazingly vivid blue eyes. Then next was the smile. Oh, he pretty much had me at hello. He asked me if I wanted to go out for a smoke and of course I said yes.  We talked like we had known eachother for our entire lives.  He made me laugh hysterically and he was so easygoing. I loved being in his prescence it made me happy to the core. After we went back inside he left back to the store he worked at. I found it hard to get him off my mind until the next morning when he showed up for another smoke.  That went on all day.  I would excitedely wait for him to come grab me for a ciggarette.  Everytime I seen him my head felt dizzy and all I wanted to do was grab his hand.  Sounds perfect right?  Up until that evening when we went out for another break.  That's when he decided to drop the "M" bomb.  I was so shocked. I bet he could read it all over my face.  I knew he had been flirting with me the passed couple of days. Wasn't he?  In was so mad but he still kept on flirting with me.  That's when he offered to come over and give me a masssage.  I should've said no.  I shouldn't have kept this going but I felt something for him I'd never felt for anyone.  That night he came over. Wow, was I nervous.  I got all prettied up and dressed a little more revealing then usual. Bad move. I know. Anyways, We put in a movie and started rubbing my back.  At this point I had my sports bra and pants on.  The dang sports bra got in the way of my massage.  So, I just had to take it off.  Yeah, it totally was on purpose.  Then he started getting a little friend an rubbing close to my breast, then down my side, and lightly touching my neck and ear lobe.  It felt amazing.  I wanted him so badly to just grab me and take me right then.  We layed down and he asked if i was a good kiss. I said I didn't know.  Then he kissed me and pow! I was all his from that moment on.  His lips fit mind perfectly and he touched me the way I wanted to be touched. He pulled my hair, choked me, and slapped my ass at the same time.  That is what you call multitasking at its finest. haha  We licked random sweets off of eachother and rubbed every inch of eachother bodies.  He slept at my place and we cuddled all night.  I was so sad to see him go the next morning but i knew I would see him at work in a few short but long hours. The next few days flew by until the night he came over again.  This time it was so innocent.  He told me it was cold and I asked if i could help warm him up.  That was definately the right thing to say.  He lifted me up on the counter and pulled up my skirt.  I was in complete ecstasy as he slowly made his way down.  He then lifted me off the counter and carried me to the bed where we had the best sex ive ever had.  He had to remind me that i was did him better than his wife ever could or had more than anyone in his life.  Also, that i was amazing with my mouth.  I was quite pleazed.  We didnt talk a whole lot after that night because he was having wife problems.  I didn't push to see him or overly text him but as the days went on. I realized how much I actually liked him and how pissed I was when Id see him give his wife a fake kiss.  It was nowhere near as passionate as the kisses he shared with me. 
   I know I should have never done that and it was horribe of me to do it but I couldn't help myself.  I fell hard for him.  I like him so much and i wish more than anything we could be together.  It's really hard because I see him everyday. All I want is to be the girl that makes him happy everyday.  Fuck.  I always fall for the wrong people.  I hope this all works out for me...

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