I love with passion
With power
With heart.
I love in a hurricane of words
I love in embraces so tight they ache.
I scream out my love till this throat of mine goes aflame.
I love with a thousand kisses,
With a gaze so soft-
A gaze i pray one would return.
Will I ever be loved so intensely
That my existence alone bewitches someone?
Will I be wanted so deeply
That a moment apart from me
Wretches apart their soul?
Will there ever come a day
Where I need not grip my own waist,
Cup my own face,
Reach my arms out
Only to find nobody waiting for them?
Or will I lose all this love within my body
And mourn the self that once
Waited with eager eyes for that day
When I would be desired with such intensity
It nearly suffocates my very soul?
Will I shake my head at this self
And watch as their heart so full of love
Crumbles to a hundred fragments?
I want to whisper those three words
I want to brush someone's hair back
When it falls onto their face,
I want to place my hands on their chest
As I lean in to kiss their grinning cheeks.
And, oh, how I despise the feeling of my face falling
At the empty words I hear
After i speak my truth.
How I despise thinking,
"I mustn't say so much-
This person will not reciprocate what I feel."
~♧~
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flares of these strange thoughts
PoetryStrange thoughts, thats one way to put it. A collection of some lines i came up with off the top of my convoluted head. To be frank, I'm not even sure if this is, as one would call it, poetry. The way all this came to be is, well, i think a lot. Abo...
