I don’t know you, but I do
Nothing can explain it, you’ve been with me my whole life, before and after

I’ve never met you, but I dream of you every night
The possibility that I might find you fills even my darkest days with joy

You’re not here with me now, but I see you in the corner of my eye
I never feel lonely

I haven’t heard you speak, but I laugh at your jokes and revel in your conversation
There’s a crystalline quality to your voice and an infinite depth to your curiosity

You’ve never seen where I live, but everything that makes my house a home is because of you
What I cook, what I paint, what I write—it is all for you

I may not be the man you expect, but know that you are the reason I exist
I expand in all directions each day so that I am equal to a woman like you

I don’t know you, not yet
But already I Love you

Hurry
Love

*Reza Bavar

I'm missing you
Even though we've never met
It's an emptiness
That I can't shake
Something like nostalgia
Yet for the future not the past
I want you more than anything
But I don't even know your name
Please hurry to me
I want to feel your nearness
To wake up beside you
Have me please
Because I crave you
I need you

Wishing to kiss you
I leaned
but
You were gone
Even though
your body was not here
I could still embrace you
in my soul

With a heart
full of passion
we made
deathless
love—
us together
wild and untamed
no desire restrained

oh please
put your lips on mine
fill my body with
pleasure
and love
send the tingles
right to my toes
make me blush
and touch my face

oh please
make this feeling
of endless yearning
stop by giving
me what i want
i want you to hold me
and hug me just a bit
tighter than normal
and give me
your love

yes please
i am begging you
i have never
needed someone
like this before
i can't let you go
you're now in my head
just read my mind
and go
ahead

just please
show me that
you feel like this too
and please don't
just casually
walk by
without so much
as the glance of
an eye

Are you really so far away
That I cannot touch you,
And feel the crinkles of your sleeve
Underneath my fingers upon your arm?

Would you simply look around
And turn away again,
Not knowing that I talk
To you all by myself?

Even if you could listen,
And not hear a word;
Would you know that I’m
Just a little bit crazy?

Just a little bit crazy
With longing for you.

to be held?
to just exist in someone else's arms
and escape from your own grasp
to just feel as if you weren't completely alone
in the complexity of the universe
in its dimensions and holes
and just feel
for once
wanted.

I love the colour of his skin,
And the warmth in his eyes,
I love the freckles dispersed across his nose,
The mark under his right eye,
I love his his brutally embarrassing dance moves,
that he calls me "my girl"
I love How he can throw me over his shoulder like a doll,
how he makes me feel beautiful, brilliant and ****,
I love How he calms me when I spiral,
How he makes me laugh so much I cry,
I love his clear ,crisp, distinct voice of reason,
And The little things he does to supprise me,
I love his road rage,
And How he makes me feel brave,
I love How hugs me when I cave,
His smell when I nuzzle in
I love how we never run out of topics,
How the day can fade away.
I don't love that he loves not just me,
The pain I've caused him,
Spit Roads to uncertainty,
I don't love how I fear he can sink and drown,
And I don't feel strong enough to rescue him,
To bring him back to safe ground like he could do for me,
I'm not qualified in that field, like she.
But what I don't love the most is even though I would try my hardest to save him I'm afraid he could drag us both down.

All three together, rock bottom searching for stable ground.