Rearranging my heart to allow space for you.
No longer can I only consider myself. Before you I was selfish.
Now I would sell fish if it was your wish.
I'm no genie, but I am your Aladdin.
A dusty boy that can't fly.
I have no carpet.
But it's funny how this car gets me to you every time.
You, a beautiful queen worth riches I could never obtain.
But even that couldn't make me refrain from having to have you in my possession.
When you became mine I had wealth even a degree couldn't find.
I use to dream every night of everything I wanted.
When you came those dreams ceased . You are the drug that gives me the endless, ultimate high.
You are what everyone searches for.
It's love.
Although it's undefined
I know that you are it.

I had a daydream once.
I fell into a dark hole.
I could not see anything.
All black everything.

Maybe they were shadows,
All my shadows in a room with me.
You would think seeing another me
Would make everything more clear.
I was basically blinded.

Imagine looking at 1,000 images of yourself
Times 300,000.
Why 3? Because I know my favorite number.

Overwhelming
Maybe that is why I can't see.
Too much for my eyes to handle.
Casted a slow virus on my iris.
Slowly affecting my other senses.

Not only can I not see.
I can not smell.
Or is there even anything to smell.
I feel nothing.
Not even my own hands.
Reaching out and feeling emptiness.
I do not think I can feel my heart beat.
Emotionless.
Careless.

I can hear something.
But I think it is my own voice.
Maybe my shadows are talking to me
or it could all be in my head.
Only I really Know.

I am not sure if I can taste
Because there is nothing to taste...
Besides myself....
Awkward thoughts.

Do other people have dreams like this?
I asked myself
One shadow whispered to another.
I hate secrets.
They make me feel blinded
Oh wait....
There are no secrets here.
Yet I am sightless.
My ironic iris.

This is not a nightmare
Because I am not scared
But I am not happy.
I am just here
multiple times
Stuck.
I can't function
So how would I escape?
This black hole got me good.
What can really capture you besides yourself?

I grab my keys in excitement.
I missed the breeze I felt on the highway.
Staying in the fast lane doing , 80
Racing to you.

My heart is racing,
Pumping vigorously
As if it is failing.
You have the other half I need.
I'm going to get it.
I need you.

I still get butterflies every time.
Butterflies are beautiful and majestic,
But they do not compare to you.
Nothing does.
No words could describe you well enough.
Maybe they do not exist yet.
Hopefully I can create them.

My palms are still sweaty on the wheels.
I am still nervous.
I still do not think I am good enough
And I do not know why,
But you do...
And it gives me a feeling nobody can take away.

Like the view of the sun setting,
I never want to see you go away.
Because it is the view that melts my heart.
My knees are weak because of it.
I couldn't move if I wanted to.
Handicapped by love.
Incapable of straying.
Infatuated by your beauty.

I am on the ramp to my house,
Where you reside.
Home is where your heart is.

I'm back and nothing feels the same...
My whole life has changed
And
I just can't put my finger on it.
What and how?
Indescribable as I try to paint it with these words.
It might just end up a scribble or an abstract.
But I can't subtract the tracks left on my abs from getting ran over.
Who cares?
And my scares keep me from reaching my potential.
I can't climb these stairs because of my fears.
So I see my shadow ahead, mocking me.

The pretty bird just wants to find a perch to stand on.
Why must it be so difficult to find a home?
It just always ends up alone,
Dusty and cold.
Hating the feeling of growing old.
It just wants to fly away