a 21st century lover

the words I write

the words I write - January 18, 2024

Countless letters. Infinite possibilities and combinations of words formed into sentences. Those very sentences lined up into a paragraph. After a couple more of those, there you are that I see. The muse of all of my letters that pour from my singular love. This old soul of mine. This lonesome and tender heart. It cries and crafts its masterpieces. Doctrines of loving you are drafted. Poems of how the spring blossoms or winter nights capture your gentle nature. Yet, none can compare when it comes to expressing myself to you. No rhymes or creative prowess could cleverly represent your grace and beauty. Not like my letters, anyway. It just can't...

When we're together, I become careless with my words and too intoxicated that I am not sane. My words hold no weight or elegance whenever I try to speak my truth. It gets frustrating that I have so many words to tell you yet no gall to utter them. Still, you are a work of art to me. Yet, you are not just any other piece. You are art incarnate. You are the creativity that flows through my veins and into my very hands that write these letters. I could write dozens, thousands even, of letters that speak of you. And so, I shall write. Let the words flash across the page that my fingers type at the speed of light. It feels effortless when it's you who stands before me. I could write so many that the culmination of my work could create a portrait of you. Every detail down to the hair is made from the words I write. It's beautiful. It's divine. It's beyond perfection. All because it's you. I couldn't give a fuck about art or creative works. But with you, I am an artist. I become someone else entirely. With you, my words become alive and meaningful. And after every letter is done, I feel you within me, bringing out the true and honest feelings. I begin to crave your attention and affection. I become determined and battle-tested for you. There is no other feeling in the world. I feel homesick when away from you. I feel warmth and comfort when I'm with you. If love were a drug, I rather be an addict than suffer the withdrawals of you.

I am not one who speaks and boldly claims. I am a writer. A writer for the single purpose of depicting what is the epitome of love and beauty in my heart. Feel my writing in your soul. Let it imprint and feel the heavy sensation fleet away. Feel not what hidden meaning. Just feel. Feel the words I write.