her eyes hold universes
you get lost in
her fingertips
cast a spell on your body
her blonde hair
shines like the first rays of
the sun
that wakes me from dreams
of you
i dare not think
how it would feel
to be in her place
some times i want to scream
tell you how
i feel
how
i never knew of
sudden butterflies
fiery tingles
fluttering heartbeats
and weak knees
until i saw you
but i stop
because i realize
she is everything
and i am nothing
so i swallow my words
along with
the lump in my throat.
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la douleur exquise // poetry
PoetryLa Douleur Exquise (French): The heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone unattainable. _____________________________________ short poetry/prose series lowercase intended