You know how I said I'd never find love
Or that I'd never find my true match?
Well I guess that I lied in the end
Because, frankly, I've grown quite attached
There's this girl that I know who's as bright as the sun
But can be darker than the night
And she reflects just like the moon
But - I swear - she still gives off her own light
Her heart is so big and her mind is so full
and her soul goes so deep
I could spend every minute of each day
talking with her instead of getting sleep
She has so much to say and
even when she doesn't the silence is full
Of who she is and what we are
because I'm so attracted to her soul
I could sit with her and do nothing
and I would never get bored
I want to map her constellations forever
but her time I cannot afford
So I sit back and watch and try
to piece her together from the side
I don't have all the pieces I need,
but at least I can say that I tried
I'm not sure exactly what
it is that I'm feeling
And sometimes it feels like
my heart has no ceiling
It swells and it twists and it churns
all at once in my chest
And if I think about her I know
that I'll never get any rest
She is the epicenter of my mind,
The subject of all of my thoughts
They writhe and they whirl
But I know that they can't be fought
Because when I try to they just
come back again in full force
But this time they never calm down,
instead getting worse and worse
So I let her overcome me and soon
I am fully wrapped around her fingers
And when she touches me I swear
that for hours after it still lingers
But perhaps all of this infatuation
is just simply in my head
Maybe I've become so lonely
I've begun to worships the scraps that I'm fed
But either way it's not so easy
to ignore all that I feel
Because no matter how silly or crazy,
it still seems so real
And even if she never comes
to feel the same about me
As long as I can be by her side
I'll be as happy as can be
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Poems (collection 1.0)
Poetryplease don't read this (i laugh here, but i'm not joking). this is a relic. consider this the museum of my progression in writing. you can find the better (marginally) stuff from this one in "Poems (collection 2.0)". Thoughtful, often sad, and angr...