touching your face, I
can see the years waltzing in-
your love is my light

So here you go:

A worthless tribute to your way with words.
--

Your light guides me towards the waves,
the deep oceans with social currents;
You are as easily capable of pulling me towards the dangers that unfortunately I do not recognize as anything but normal
in life.

I didn't recognize the lasting effect your touch would have on me,
the way that your words would fill my lungs up with more water than any current could ever drown me in.



I don't need that.



I can feel the blood rushing to my head at the sound

Of

Relief.
---

You're a special drug,
though I'm beyond addicted.

Invincible mindsets clash with all the other slight feelings of what is right,
and what is wrong.
Through all the chaos, I chose to disregard your heat.

You are so

unnecessary.

You are

n o n

e x i s t e n t.
---

You're the chemical that poisons me

So.

Perfectly.

Stricken numb,
I've opened up to my real self-
It's confusing,
But I like it like that.
-
I hate it like that.
---

I guess in this case it's better off to be incomplete,
and find myself driving on perfectly imperfect roads.



And guess what.

I'm cruising through it.



I no longer feel drowned in the

stress,

anxiety,

and confusion that my life with you has generously brought.


You've taught me how to swim.

Thanks.



I appreciate you showing me how to survive in a pathetic world,

your pathetic world,

of mindless actions.


It has come in handy.



Dearest,

you're not the only one.

Don't flatter yourself.

It's this realization of separation that plants a seed of you in me.
This garden is growing;
My light is blooming;
Love, shining.
Your ways becoming my roots.
...
Roots, often mistaken as weeds
to others that just don't understand.
The confusion is beautiful though,
and losing myself in the embrace of the wind brings back the logic.
The reason.
And I wouldn't have wanted any other gust to sweep my soul the way yours did.