Hooked

There are 100 times more nerve endings in your lips than your fingertips, all of which stimulate desire. Maybe that’s why every inch of my body crawled with passion when his gentle fingertips took my chin and guided my lips towards his face.

With our faces merely centimeters from each other, I could smell his aftershave, the faint smell of coffee on his breath, and an afternoon cigarette. His light brown green eyes fluttered and made his eyelashes longer then they actually were. I let my eyelids fall and placed my arms on his shoulders, letting my hands trace the base of his neck and back. 

His hands found their place on my hips just as our lips finally made contact. His soft, supple lips sucked on my bottom lip while my top got caught up in the moment and simply let my bottom enjoy the tingling sensation that spread throughout my bottom lip and slightly into the creases of my mouth. 

~ These are the moments I live for. 

Maybe life is random. No fate. No god. Just time. The concept of God escapes me. Some all- powerful being, who rules sometimes gently, and often not so, all in the name of love? I see people who really believe in God, in hope, in charity. Mostly, they look pretty happy and, on the surface, satisfied. Christian. Like Christ. So why are so many Christians unlike him? I don’t go to church anymore but in my search for personal answers, I have explored the Bible some. The old testament is scary, filled with misery. That God was pretty creepy, all in all. But Christ’s testament asks for patience, harmony. Not war, nor ostracism. Not hate crimes, lies, or offering plates filled to the brim. I wonder if there’s really a place in heaven for hypocrites who preach love, all the while kicking the downtrodden. Still, I might have bought into the essence of Christ, except, according to the scriptures, he also asked for understanding and forgiveness, even of our enemies. And if he really expected that, I could not pass muster. Some people I’ll never forgive.

I was pointed out today that I give everyone another chance, even if they don’t deserve it. I’ve given my dad chance after chance and he continues to hurt me. I’ve given certain friends chances upon chances. I can’t stay mad at anyone, even an ex-boyfriend. I don’t hold grudges, I let everything go. I accept every apology. And today, I was called weak for it. I seriously sat down and thought about. I thought about all the people that I gave second chances to that probably don’t deserve it, and why I did it. So here is my reason for “letting people walk all over me” People make mistakes. I’m strong enough to realize that. People are going to screw up and everyone is going to hurt you at some point. But if you don’t let things go and realize that those people are only human then how do you expect people to forgive you when you screw up? I’m not at all a perfect person. I screw up a lot and I do things I shouldn’t. I make mistakes. But in order for me to make it through a day, in order for me to believe that there is still faith in humanity, I have to give these people second chances. I have to let them prove to me that there is a good side to everyone and were not all too self absorbed to forgive other people. I believe that everyone has the potential to be a good person, you just have to give them the chance. Even if you have to give them more than one. 

(Source: waitinggforyouu)

God was wrong,

He took her too soon,

She wasn’t around long,

I didn’t get to know her,

She didn’t get to see,

This stranger, this person,

That I’ve turned out to be.

She wasn’t there to brush my hair,

Or tell me bedtime stories,

He took her too soon,

I didn’t get to say,

How much I love her,

Or that I was going to miss her.

I never got the chance,

He took her too fast,

She never saw me go to prom,

Never yelled at me,

When I stumbled in at the break of dawn,

God took her too soon,

She won’t be at my wedding,

To walk me down the aisle,

She’ll never get to see,

Her grand baby’s smile.

It’s just not fair,

not right, not just,

What did God gain,

When he took her away from us?