dear love,
why do my hands tremble when i think of you
why is my mind empty though i am so full
i am lost in a parallel universe
which does not exist in you thoughts and
, i tell myself, love is good
smart
wonderful
metaphorical
emotional,
but nothing i said made sense when i spoke
the other day.
why is it so cold whenever i think of you
but so warm when i am lost without you-
and i feel sleepy but i cannot sleep as your breaths are engraved in my mattress;
YOU ARE WHISPERING
YOU ARE SILENT
YOU ARE LOVE.
-the spark inside of you
