I don’t think I would ever be able to hate you even if you hurt me.
For, can I hate my own heart ?
To un-love you, I have to rip my heart out from where it stays.
You have consumed my whole being.
Even the heart that was meant to beat for me now beats for you.
The Hairs on my body only respond to you,
and the air I breathe feels incomplete without your fragrance.
My eyes only responds to you.
Dilating when they gaze upon you.
Every brush of the wind reminds me of your caress and every melody I hear reminds me of your voice.
You are alive in every word I write
I can’t describe you on paper, for fear of another loving you through the words I’ve ripped from my soul.
Alas, one lifetime will not be enough to love you, and it pains me
I hope in another life, you’ll read these words I’ve written and feel my love for you in every word.
My obsession transcending time to get to you
I hope my words will hug you when you’re lonely, warm you when you’re cold, ignite a fire in you to find me again and if you don’t, is it bad of me to wish you go through life never fully connecting to another?
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