You kidnapped me.
You’ve stolen me away from the often mediocre conversations that come with a first meeting. I wanted to struggle and fight, but your words overpowered me and your eyes captivated me, I was pulled me in.
You've tied me up and gagged me with the possibility of a probably connection and I don’t want to break free. I just want sit in your world, hear your words and embrace the tightening of the ties that have me bound.
You've held hostage the lingering wonderment that roams my heart and mind asking the question “is there anybody out there?”. I’m caught breathless as I await the answer.
I pray the ransom is too high to pay for my release back into the loving arms of the self-induced loneliness that I’ve convinced myself into thinking is what I need to discover myself again. I’ve never been more sure of me, but your presence is a reminder of 19. The hours passed so quickly.
Then, you kissed me and I have fallen for my captor.
