I want to scream and yell
at you, Reader

"Why do you see the longer ones
and skip over them?"

These are the words I wrote
with my heart and soul
for you to read.

"Why do so many get a reading
when they are shorter than them above?"

These are words I quickly found
that do have meaning
but only in those seconds.

I wish you would become a reader
of longer, lingering thoughts.
Then you'll see into my soul
in different ways than I understand.

But truth be told,
I should yell at myself
for doing the same to you.

And then
In a single moment
You were the oxygen I breathe
I found it hard to believe
That I might die without your touch
Just your presence and your scent
Was more than enough
But a tiny drop of your love
Could never be too much

And in the moments before she sleeps,
when thoughts begin to feel like dreams,
she often wonders to you.

She's a painter with her words,
but a clown with conversation,
so she stumbles through to give and take,
lost in ill translation.
So what she meant to say,
when she asked you every stupid question,
was she wished you longed to hold her close
with zero hesitation, and...

no ****** connotation.
Just the comfort of your touch.

Bye for now stay safe love you all in Christ.

You lure me, the sweet scent of your love,
it's near I feel the presence, I'm so close
I can almost grab it.
I'm on the edge.
The tips of my finger feel the static
electrifying mist of your personality.
You have me in a trance; I'm trapped...
I can't break free.
A sudden clash between the rolling waves
and towering rocks give me a glimpse
of what is below and in the blink of an eye,
I plunge into that which awaits for me below.
This is a quick way to end it...
This way I don't have to put up with the fact
that no matter how far I reach and no matter
how much I want it I will never, not even in
my dreams, be able to have you in my arms.♥

vying for oxygen
fighting for air
it felt like that when your hands were in my hair
but now you're gone and it feels like you didn't even care