I like to believe that I love you,
that I understand this
feeling
that no one can seem to find the perfect
tune for.
Are you the fast beat that my heart
can't seem to keep up with
Or are you the sweet melody
that plays to remind me of a
slow ending summer day
I want to know what you think,
because I no longer have a confident
answer.
I thought I knew
but when I spend nights dreaming
of what it would be like in your arms,
the feeling of them
bringing me close enough
so that I can bring my face
to the center of your chest
and just
breathe.
Breathe in the moment,
inhaling the air that tells me to push
myself
away. I don't listen.
I don't know why.
Maybe it's your smile that keeps me there,
because when I look up
and see the perfect vision
of what we could
be in your eyes.
that perfect
laugh you have
and your embrace
Along with
the kindness that envelopes me,
it drowns me in sweetness
that lulls even the most painful
of aches
and
i can't see myself leaving.
I don't want to see myself leave.
So I stay.
Oblivious to the tightness of your breathing,
The strain behind your smile.
The kindness behind your eyes
that only a friend like myself
is supposed to see.
I've never seen love through a person's eyes,
so I wouldn't know the difference.
YOU ARE READING
A Book of Words That Never Seem To Be Enough
PoetryA book filled with words that I thought made sense, but they never seem to be enough. *warning* emotional, messy, raw and full of sadness (sometimes a little happiness here and there) I hope you give my words a chance, maybe they'll be enough for yo...
