kind sir,
tell me what its like to fall in love
tell me what it feels like to hold their hand
to kiss them
and what if feels like to hold them tightly
do they feel like sunshine?
does their hair bounce as lively as they themselves?
what is it like to spend time with them
in their small bedroom
with white curtains
and an out of date calendar?
what is it like to look at the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling.
and to swim in their eyes
to get giddy off their giddiness?
tell me, kind sir
will i ever experience this for myself?
will i ever experience this phenomenon
that so many breathe as religiously as oxygen?
will i depend on someone to give me the attention
the love
the happiness i seek?
is there a way to be my own
without someone categorizing me as the “single cat lady”?
or telling me “you haven’t found the right person” or “you’ll find someone eventually”?
i am sick of feeling that someone knows me better than i know myself
should i be bitter, or should i be sweet?
kind sir
i am jealous of you
you feel so deeply
love so endlessly
and break so beautifully
you are everything i wish i could be
a man educated in the art of butterflies
a man of emotion
the king of hearts
kind sir,
you say you feel twice as much as a normal human does
perhaps that is why i feel half of what a normal human feels