Rantings of a Broken One-Sided Love Affair

Drowning in a conscious slumber

Your eyes probably are the most wondrous thing I have seen thus far. Slashing sharp as you throw a gaze shallowly from your side to me, small stares rich with wisdom as vast and deep as the sea which I fail to comprehend, calling to me as I catch a slight whiff of your scent even from afar which I find ever so obsessively fascinating.

You take the words and twist it into your own little happiness, creating clever ideas from different shards of experience, and carry on without showing signs of a lesson learned. And yet, like a drop of rain falling to the ocean, I surrender my most vulnerable, saddest little self, all my emotions, all my trust, and watch as I slowly combine into the vastness of your ocean. At that moment, I felt like I belonged. I was a part of it.

I gaze to the heavens as I patiently wait for my turn, until the wind slowly sculpts your ambitious, achievable mindset into the mountains til it almost turns to sand, and the water of the sea kisses its shore. And when it does, one can never be happier.

Crumbs of myself fall into the abyss of your soul, it hurts to scatter but your memories echo, forming some and losing others; and yet I let myself drown in you, like an unguarded, conscious slumber. 

The snow quickly melted when the sun kissed her cheek, but  just as quick as breath those moments have disappeared, leaving behind memories she kept preserved like a dying ember, until her memories form her reality once again, and again when it returns to memory. How special are those moments.

The pleasure of suffocating in your warmth is inevitable, to your light kisses I am gullible. I want embraces to be tighter, but I am sorry, is it okay to ask for more? You pass by like water to my fingers; I want more.

I am like a shadow enveloped with your light, I might just get lost in the darkness without it. You are my warmth in the winter, my cold splash in the summer. You made me look in a different direction, and now I can't gaze in another.

My soul screams no recovery from this emotion. Do you feel the same?

Because as much as I want it back, you have my heart, you still do. And it's such a painful happiness, succumbing into the pleasure that is you.