I am seeking
A brand new heart
One a bit more sustaining.
For,
Alike my words
It seems as though, it’s
Only flowing smoothly
When I’m comprised
Of thoughts about you.

By you, and
It’s been a while since
Someone new sparked my interest.
I want to know all about
Your passions, and
Your desires
What do you want from this world?
Let’s chat
Over coffee, something casual
Maybe explore a museum
I’m not looking for much, just
A human connection
Someone to entice me
Excite me, and
Remind me
What it’s like
To feel curious again.

The surface
Is it better left unknown?
I couldn’t help it
Wanted to dig
To dig deeper
And quicker
Convinced the soil could only grow richer.
Couldn’t miss the opportunity
To be the first to acquire
To acquire my heart’s great desire.
But then my digging
It seemed to lose its rhythm
I no longer saw a clear path.
Scrambling, I know
I can get back on track.
Or maybe this surface has lost all hope
Dried up and
Leaving me with nothing but
The cold air and uncertainty.
I must go
What lies beneath was better left unknown.

In a world moving by so fast
We tend to miss the signs
Despite the fact
That they are actually
P u  l  s   i   n   g  within us.
  
My dad always told me
“Follow your gut”
But what does this mean?
How can I decipher between
My true intuition and
The madness my mind convinces me of?

An overwhelming whiff of your scent
Passed by me today
While searching my closet for a shirt
I   p  a  u  s  e
.
.
.
Inhale again
Deeper, allow it to flow through me
Consume me
.
.
.
Moments later
Awoken by reality
I no longer drown in your scent
Rather
In sadness
Awareness, knowing
This piece of you
Is too, destined to leave my territory
With no return

The weather grows warmer
Yet my heart
Frozen, stripped of the love
That once held it together

I long for the comfort
I so recently felt
Your mild green eyes
I’d pretend not to melt

I crave the sensation
Of your lips against mine
Frozen in time
I nearly beg
Beg you to stay
Stay with me everyday

Each moment passing
Slow, like molasses
We
        i
         gh
               i
                  n
                   g  heavy on me now

The weather grows warmer
But I, increasingly cooler
Vulnerable now
Hoping to find peace
Again, in my solace and
In my independence

I spend all of my time
Analyzing this creation we’ve called love.
Why you act in ways
I can’t make sense of, or
Why I continue
To help rid you of your demons
When perhaps you would rather
Let them confuse you and
Consume you
Than chase the things they scare you away from.