Cartas sin destinatario y otros poemas

✧ Restless life ✧

14.12.22

I think I could rest for a day or two if you knew how much I love you.

But the expression "love" is an understatement, because what I feel for you is way more.

You provoke feelings in me, I didn't even know before.

When I hear you, my mind goes numb and my existence is complete thanks to yours.

Someone once said "if there are soulmates then you are one of mine"

And this is stupid, but I know it's true... with me and you.

Because you think what I think.

You see what I see.

I understand you in a way I never have, not even with myself.

And I wish I could help this feeling, but there's no way.

Because if we could be together, I would die right there.

The excitement of knowing you are mine would end my life.

But there's no world where we could be one, that would mean I've confessed what's going through my mind.

I can't picture myself saying all this to you face to face, so I know our story knows no end because it has no start at all.

It seems like the only way I can get what I want is to dream of a "we" that doesn't exist, even if I don't get the chance to rest.

Maybe I'm supposed to end this and all my lives just by myself, starting at the ceiling every night wishing you'll be mine.