The Little Things

It’s the little things…
That look you make, when our two lips touch
The goose bumps that grow on your smooth skin
That silence, the beautiful noise that escapes from your mouth
When you smile, because I’m smiling
When you’re happy, because I’m happy
These are the little things
The one’s I live for

on being in 'like'

There is something beautiful about being in like

Something perfect about the fluttering of wings in your stomach as butterflies tell you that something great is coming

Someone great

The same someone that you might have dreamt of since you knew how to dream

The same someone that ticks every box on your list of priorities

The same someone built to walk beside you through every adventure you’ve been meaning to take

If like is this beautiful, I wonder how love is

This won't work

I like her, for the most part

But, in my heart,

I know that this love, this like

Is an exercise,

Like placing cart before horse,

In futility

Infatuation

Infatuation is a disease, a drug that I crave

I am addicted to the like

A lingering passion for someone I just met

A desire to peel back layers, to climb into your innermost

To learn what it is that makes you, you

Infatuation is what drives me

Mad. Insane.

Staring at the wall, waiting for a sign

Any form of communication

Like a school boy with a school boy’s crush

It’s crippling actually

And unfettered by self-control, it would probably kill me

But if it does, I hope it kills you too

Because that would mean that you feel the same way that I do

feelings confused

I hate not knowing what you are thinking, what you are feeling

It pains me to imagine that I might be alone in this game

This confused and misguided relationship

Lingering in this world without a form of assurance

Time-wasting and wasting away

This is the fate prescribed to souls living on separate pages

 

midnight musings

I wanted to write you something beautiful
Something deserving in comparison
But words escape me
My feelings jumble and my mind turns to mush
So I sit still, hoping to decipher the perfect combination of letters
That seamless grouping of words that will cause you to find me
And replicate my desire in your being
Until then I’ll grow restless
 And this passion within ever more relentless
Until fate see fit to grant me this one blessing
A portrait of love, a piece of forever, draped in you

Leaving

We hang on because leaving would mean losing All the memories and time invested It would mean admitting that, when tested Hope and desire lost Patience and practice were fruitless Time spent dreaming about the future was useless And eternity was never meant to be So we stay Even though it is often the wrong decision We stay