It’s crazy how easily you can turn the embers inside me into raging wildfires. All with a simple touch and glance.
They won’t stop…sigh…
My heart is clawing at my chest. It’s desperately trying to escape its cell. It wants to go back home. Back to the warm and cozy space you made for it.
I’ve been trying to compose the perfect poem about my feelings for you. However, I am stumped.
How can I possibly put into words how I feel about you?
How humanistically conceited I am to believe that there are any words conceived by mankind that would adequately express even the slightest bit of the adoration I have for you?
Love? Is that the right word? I never thought so. How could such a simple four letter expression possibly encompass the beauty of who you are. Can it detail each and every time you’ve graced the world with that beautiful smile of yours? Can it describe the crystalline shine of each and every tear you’ve ever shed through your moments of joys, and your moments of pain? Can it appropriately explain the sweet warm sensation your body produces when it’s embraced with care and desire? Can it communicate just how distinctly wonderful and interesting your dreams, interests, hobbies, expressions, mannerisms, and imperfections are? Can it disclose just how much your hidden pain and strife resonates with the wounds of my damaged soul? How I can utterly relate to you, not just through moments of happiness, but through the moments of agony and struggle we have respectively gone through in life? No. There’s no possible way that word would be enough. There’s absolutely nothing I can say that would show the world how deeply engrained into my heart you are.
So I must settle. I’ll let my arms, my fingertips, my lips, and my tongue write the words the entirety of humanity does not have upon your body. My body will be the pen, and you’ll be the paper; my feelings the ink. The poem that will be the absolute most perfect expression of my love for you will be nothing other than simply…you.
I must get myself back on track.
I saw you under the stars last night. In the realm bordering my waking admiration and my slumbering desire.
I can understand why some guys turn to alcohol and sleeping with lots of different women. It helps one detach themselves from their emotions while masking the pain of a broken heart.
How can two creatures as different as you and I share such a profound admiration for one another?
You’re a being of energy: bright, vivid, and beautiful. I’m an existence of tranquility: quiet, and subdued. Yet we see reflections of ourselves in one another’s eyes. Traces of similarly blazing souls hidden in dark depths normal eyes could never penetrate. We aren’t normal though, you and I. We have a sixth sense. One attuned to finding the sweet nectar of life within each other. I am drawn to you, and you are drawn to me. Your radiance incites my passion, and sparks raging fires where there is placidity. My radiance revitalizes and stabilizes the explosive creativity of your being. We are each other’s balance— who’s contrasting natures only serve to highlight our similarities. You may flutter under bright lights, and I may flutter in the shadows, but we both posses powerful beautiful wings that carry us under the same sky.
I dreamed of you last night… It seemed so real. However, I knew it was a dream the entire time, because I know you will never write those kinds of things for me again…