Thus Far... (Poetry Collection)

Longing

I would stop this time. I would kiss your hand and smile and tell you it is okay. I wouldn't leave and I wouldn't fight. I'm not usually so pressuring, darling, but your charm leaves me breathless and I'm not too good at keeping my mind straight in a state of losing oxygen. Your smile is like my oxycoton, I want you. Your eyes are like an optical illusion. I feel like I should be looking at something other than just eyes. They go on forever and I'm unsure whether I am looking into a pit or into heaven itself. I can't tell if your eyes are the color of earth or the color of my great aunt's old dog, but the intensity inside them is much more than the intensity outside them. You act as if you do not think, you only act. You act as if feelings are foreign to you, but maybe that's why you only cry from your eyes. Most of the time you are a rock, and I am sure you have crystals inside, but no one can crack you. I wanted to crack you, but baby I'm a flower, and you'd crush me with your weight. I know we both want this, but neither of us can handle this. I can't handle loving someone who could crush me and can't water my withering stem, and you can't love someone who is so soft you can barely feel them and may grow roots in your weathered cracks and break you down. You know you're scared you'll get broken down.