She's the beginning
of this gentle insanity
as I'm falling deep
into her charms
all over again

Night and day
Day and night
Begins and ends
with her image

And even in the littlest
reaches of her hand
I open my door to her
and in every release of it
I await again and again
until her palm is again
within reach
with the same questions
every. single. time.
in my mind

"What am I to you?"
"What do I mean to you?"

When you wake up
with broken heartstrings
after every reach
you learn so much
after each awakening

That I love her enough
to bludgeon the thought
engrave it to my skull
and accept the fact that
I am now only a friend that
exists to her
**only when I am needed