Words From The Infinity...

To (Me) the boy dressed as love...

You are here, and my heart has no complaints to make.
It is obvious that there is no high wall that would prevent me from letting you in.
My walls did not need to be climbed up or broken down, because you are
washing them to wear off over time.

Let yourself in as if you were a breeze.
You embody peace.
My heart has however forgotten how to feel loved.
It is a place that bleeds willingly, perhaps it will bleed out on you as well.

There may be an exhaustion in your waiting for me to let myself feel.
But I am trying...
In honest anxiousness.
In my loyal panic.
In the genuine fear of being walked all over.
In all my broken reputability.

Is it okay to cry when I am happy, do you understand?

It has been a long time since I have felt anything but pain, so pain has become all I know.
Pain is battling these feelings, painting hope.
My very being had shattered already.

That's how I've defined myself for years.

It's tricky how my vulnerability is fighting my strength and is losing.

The hopes

of the sunset
The moon walks
The ice cream talks
The late night chats
The long video calls

...and meeting you is no less than meeting a fairy tale

The idea of building it large in my head bothers me because I tend to think too much.

Yet, what must I do when you are dressed so elegantly as that love?

A make-believe,
I hope I can believe.
I am anxious, love.
I am anxious to call you, my love.
If at all to call you to say
I LOVE YOU.

Here, pain precedes my pleasure, and fear holds my heart before I can indulge.

The only thing I have ever known is love, and that's what I'm good at.

In my belief, I understand how to love for a lifetime, not just for a few months or years.

Forever is under question, as are our dresses.

So, the boy dressed in all favourite shades of black as dense love might want to wear his blue someday and might cause question what if he loved blue...

Would that make him to stay?

His ability to fall in love is poor.

He is not good at falling in love.

But he can show up every time.

I can collect all that -
Sure
Not so sure
Scared
Anxious
Pacing
Poetic

Perpetual love from all those places I have tucked them and give it all to you.

I can attempt to make you feel loved in the love language you understand.

I am good at giving love.

So, maybe I shall give you just that.

I am invested in you,
and
I bring you love.

Nothing more.
Nothing less.

I bring you me...