Unconditional, endless adoration. 
I never wanted to give it
But you walked into my life 
And shared your soul and sadness and smiles
And every shield I had dropped wide open
                              I've extended kindness before
Caring, empathy, a hug, a grin 
But to love is something different, 
To have a stranger-then-friend stir in me such deep pride and adoration 
That is something more
                              Online I saw some text 
"Did it hurt," it began, "when you fell-
But not from heaven no."
"Did it hurt when you fell for me."
                              I fell deeply, irrevocably, and irreversibly in love with you 
And yes, it hurt, oh it hurt
I live everyday in agony 
But it's an agony I'm not sure I'd give up, if I could, that is. 
I die everyday but even as it kills me
Even as it burns me alive 
It brings me back, rising from the ashes
                              I fell in love with you 
And it hurt 
And each day I get up, my friend 
And fall for you all over again
                              --
                              (AN: Dedicated to all those I did fall for during my life so far. They encompass friends and crushes alike. I fell for all of you in different ways, and sometimes when I am alone and lonely, I wish I didn't love so that I didn't hurt. Then I see you again and I can't stop smiling, such is the joy of simply being in your presence and sharing your time.
                              Funny how that works out, isn't it?
                              Also yes, I've been absent for a while. I went on holiday for Christmas and then was busy for all of January. I just wasn't in a poetry mood. Nevertheless, my first poem of 2016. Enjoy!)
                                      
                                          
                                   
                                              YOU ARE READING
A Work In Progress
PoetryThis is merely a collection of poetry that I decided to start. It contains works I've completed and will be added to as the year progresses. I wanted to see if I could write a poem a week, which will be especially interesting considering my fluctuat...
 
                                               
                                                  