You've always been there,
this idea of something I've always craved,
even in the times when I've tried my hardest not to think of you,
you were always tucked away in the corner of my heart.
Nothing and no one has ever changed that,
no matter what amount of effort they put forth,
you were the bar that I'd set in my mind,
and no one could ever get over that.
I suppose it was fair for them,
to force me to keep my distance from you,
since you are the center of my gravitational pull.
I can't help it,
and as much as I try to fight it at times,
the fact is I really don't want to.
There's something that feels too right,
when my fingertips are wandering along the edges of you,
when you grab my hands,
or in the rare moments that I get the pleasure of your lips on mine.
Those moments that I get lost in,
the kind you want to hide away in a box,
for sad days when you need something beautiful,
to make the world make sense.
You just make sense to me.
"It's a mystery of human chemistry, and I don't understand it, some people, as far as their senses are concerned, just feel like home"
Maybe that's what scares you,
and I get it because sometimes,
it is ******* terrifying to me that every time I leave you,
I can't shake the idea of you for days at a time.
If at all.
But I've stopped caring,
I'm throwing my hands up to this hopeless cause,
but I'll play the game...
Carefully treading around this like a minefield,
Waiting for the inevitable blast,
The self destruction caused by us finally coming together,
Knowing what is happening and laughing it off in jest,
Because I know what's at stake,
and it's too much to gamble on bad timing.
So I'll stand on the sidelines,
in anticipation of the day,
that your ready to build memories and not just moments,
and enjoying every second I have with you in the meantime.
Because sometimes...
you look at me like I'm the only thing that exists in this world,
and I feel everything else fall away.
And even if the occasions are few and far between,
in my mind this/you will always be worth the wait.