The thing that children dream of,
hoping for,
overwhelms me,
love,
why? How?
I've been so careful to avoid this, knowing the result.
But I'm drawn to this.
to you,
how can I speak,
silence overwhelms me and intoxicates my every sense.
This things you tell me, show me, make me feel!
the decision, to pursue,
this is a point of no return.
what if I want to go back... I will.
I don't want to admit it, believing in this lie brings me joy, hope, ecstasy.
This consumes me, the very idea of this.
I don't want to cross this threshold.
but we will, one day
We cannot return, the feelings cannot disappear, the memories we will make cannot be forgotten
no matter how we wish it!
This pulls me from the solitude I know so well,
my comfort, you say you want me.
you'll go where I go. I don't want to believe this.
something breaks within me.
I don't hesitate. No longer will I,
I leap through this threshold,
what this will lead to,
may destroy both of us and everything we hold dear.
May I ask you,
will it be worth it?
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Metamorphasize
PoetryThis is a collection of poems written as a way to control a person's feelings; originally they were never intended to be seen by human eyes. This is written from the point of view of someone who struggles with emotional turmoil but feels they cannot...
