I don't need imagery, millions of words or rhyme schemes.
        You
           &
              Me
-𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁

Can you hear it? Can you feel it.
   each bump, each boom.

Do you want to feel this feeling? Take my hand.
   Listen to angelic songs, travel my turbulent sea.

Do you feel it? This sickness.
  Each stroke, Each mark, Each words, Each Song.

It will never be enough, to express this feeling.
  No poet, no genius, no artist can express this desire.

Take my hand,
   suffer, lost in unnatural congenital thoughts.
      trying to say - " I love you"

White, simply just white.
  Black; simply just black.

Each stroke,  pleasure and sorrow,
   wanting like a sea among rocks to convulse in your arms.
jasmine? daisy? roses? scents without syllable.
   used, tattered, licked wax; soft strokes, shivers to touch.

what is this feeling?
    Longing, unsatisfying,
       so short, I WANT MORE.
          Lost in your sea, lost to your waves, lost to your rage,
              I WANT MORE.
                  send more; oh god.
                      please, oh please.
                           I want ｍｏｒｅ

Count the leaves as they fall,
    brown, gone, dead.  
       I dream of LA,
          under hot warm rain.
𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰
             𝓹𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓼
𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓯𝓾𝓵
            𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮

you and me once more,
   🄳🅁🄴🄰🄼🄸🄽🄶

Lose myself in the tide of my own emotion,
    𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈, 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈, 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈
Lose myself to my own trepidation
          𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈, 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈, 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈
Lose myself to range and anger
                  𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈, 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈, 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈
Lose myself to words of hurt and regret
                         𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈, 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈, 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈
I lose myself to their 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈
   I am not deranged, nor crazed for dreaming of 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱
     for in 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 we reunite 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷

I guess its funnier when he tells the joke. . .
   I must have missed the punch line. . .

I guess its better when he smiles. . .
   I must come off as desperate. . .

I guess its not boring when he talks. . .
   I must make you lose patience. . .


𝐼 𝒶𝓂
   n𝑜𝓉 j𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈
      𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓶

My depression is a state of craving eternal sleep.
   but in a constant hypnagogia's state.
Every night I cry and die, and in my eyes,
   all I see is you, in all life's glory.
   all I see is you, in all death's torment.

Trapped in enteral song,
     of 𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷