I remember when you meant nothing to me,
I didn't care for your presence and I didn't care to know your name,
you were just another person in this God forsaken world that I had no intention of wasting my time with,
your smell was merely another aroma mixed in with all the others surrounding you,
your eyes no more beautiful than the boys in the next desk,
your lips were just lips,
your smile was just a smile,
nothing special,
nothing out of the ordinary,
you were just there.
Things changed rapidly.
Now your presence was a much needed comfort that only you could give,
I knew your name,
it tasted sweet on my tongue,
you became the center of my life,
one good day with you rules out the hundred disappointments that I have endured.
Your smell is now the most prominent,
I smell you from across the hall,
Your lips were just lips,
until they were my fixation,
a constant desire to caress them with my own overtakes me every time I see you.
Your eyes luminous like the full moon on the darkest of nights,
I could stare into them forever.
You were nothing special,
and now you are everything.
I am mystified by how perfect a single person can be,
or at least how perfect they can seem.
Your laugh,
your voice,
they touch my soul in the most pleasant of ways.
I am blinded by love and desire but deep down I know there is nothing but destruction awaiting,
but the illusion is so perfect i’d rather have at least a small taste of it than never to have had it at all.
You will be the end of me,
I know it,
but I am so hopelessly lost at this point in time,
so I will continue to render myself to you.
l.s