During the most odd hours of the day,
I find myself craving you,
Imagining your warm embrace,
Desiring to be in your arms,
Thoughts so unlike myself,
So greedy and relentless,
Flow through,
Wishing you were here,
So I could lean my head on your shoulder,
Cast myself from reality,
So I could be with you.

Why must I splatter my mind across the page?
All of my bent up confusion and now happiness,
simply ink across the page.
How many poems have I wrote about you?
How many times have you entered my thoughts?
At least a dozen poems,
at least a thousand thoughts.
I overthink everything I do.
My mind constantly overworked,
and underpaid,
for all of it's forced labor.
And yet,
It seems unreal,
as though I'm living in a dreamworld.
I must be thinking too much.

I'm walking on air,
Happiness spreads through me in tendrils,
as if wings have sprouted forth.
There is no cloud nine,
just miles of sky for me to soar through,
and yell how much I adore you.
How lucky I am,
How happy I am.
But I couldn't.
I'm too shy,
All I can do is to whisper these words,
into the corner of pages,
that will never be read.

They say beauty is fleeting,
and I couldn't agree more,
but the beauty of the heart is eternal.
One could never fall in love for looks,
that's so clique,
and should not be considered true love,
But your personality drew me closer to you.
Your smile never fails to dazzle me,
your laugh is always charming.
Such a sweet outgoing soul
That has captured my heart.

I'm always stuck,
whether it's trapped in my own sadness,
or too excited for words.
Two extremes that rarely meet.
Until I met you.
Now even when I'm caught in gloom
you easily bring me to smile and laugh,
and somehow I know I'll be okay.

Have you ever had that moment,
when your heart almost stopped?
Where time froze over,
and your mind ceased in it's tracks?
Or even when they seemed to over flow,
like countless drops on a rainy day,
where they passed too quickly too acknowledge,
but the gentle sound proved their existence?
And nothing else seemed to matter.

Don't say such sweet things,
don't you know what your doing?
These words fire not arrows,
but launch missiles at my heart,
and with each,
my heart explodes a little,
into shimmering pieces,
that dance to the ground in fragments.