When did we get here?
When did I start looking at you like this?
When did I become so irrevocably caught on you?
Like cloth on a thorn, these feelings cannot be pulled from my fingers without tearing me apart.
When did I start falling?
I only know when I realized the moment I was sitting at the bottom.
The depth I had fallen becoming more apparent every moment.
When did my lungs forget to breathe around you?
When did my mind become infested by the thought of you?
When did you sneak into my heart, and take the key?
These are questions I may never know.
But I wonder,
When will I get the chance steal yours as well?
YOU ARE READING
Ramblings of a Madman
PoetryShort poetic ramblings of my daily life, navigating the overwhelming feelings that bombard me as I await an answer. I do not write poetry, but I shall try for you.
