confusion's illusion

creatures of the night

I crave late night conversations with you on the phone.
And holding you tight like I don't have a concern of this world.

If I can see it in that way...yes, you were an escape and safety and void filler.
Cause you made me feel more myself, gave me the love I deserved and needed and I felt so safe with you.

But it wasn't in a negative way.

I needed this to happen.
I was enchanted to meet you for this very reason, soulmate.

You reminded me that I love physical touch, that it makes me feel loved and sets me free, and that it's also in me to give it.
You thought me I hope to much
Or have to much of the perfect idea of love. Or that I'm obsessed with love.
Or that I just realy want to be loved.

          What's wrong and toxic about that?

We are creatures of the night.
Both, night thinkers and functionaries.
Creators of endless imagination and fairytales.
We look at the moon and enjoy her silence.
We stare at the stars for guidance.

You and me.

But I don't think we ever collide.
We have never really been on the same planet.
Will we form a eclipse in this lifetime?

Or are you the moon and I the sun?
Opposites.
Different.
Forever.

Soulmate..., if I should even still call you it?

...I miss you.
Thats the only thing I can get out now.

But my heavy words feel light in your pressance.
Do yoh care as much as I do?
Do you care at all?
Or am o the only one concerned?

My heavy thoughts float around in the spaces between us and i I don't know if you understand me.
Do you get it like I get it?
Do you understand at all?

My heavy exsistance feels light when I compare it to yours.
Do I even know you?
Do you know me?