Whirlpool

Air

She is wonderful
I think about her all the time,
How she looks like,
And all i can see are pictures of perfect strawberries and sunflowers you might see on those cheesy pinterest photos,
I see beautiful beaches, and soft hair, i imagine that she smell wonderful
Like peaches or something like home.
Something that's just.. Like her.
Bright and enchanting.
Like the type  of smell from your childhood that you can't remember the name of but never forget.
I think about the letters in her name and how her handwriting looks, how beautiful it must be even if it's a little crooked or bubbl, it'd be wondrous because it's hers.
To me, she
Is the center of my little universe,
To me, she
Is the only thing i've ever needed
She is the water i drink
She occupies the blood in my veins
She's the smell of the air i breathe
She's the taste of the food I eat.
To m, she
Is the only thing i've ever wanted this badly.
Never before have i ever been this intoxicated or infatuated with someone,
To me, she
Is a lady deserving of all the best things in the world
This may sound obsessive but this wonderful woman,
She will be the reason id dip my hands into buckets of poison and admire as it burns my skin
And she,
Was an unattainable dream that
Means everything to me,
So  i  had
     To
        Get
            Out,
Only once had i ever allowed my lungs to burn this much, she was my air and
I had to breathe