It's been so short the time I've spent with you. So short but feels like I've known you forever. I am afraid of the word and the thought of saying it, but I LOVE you.
Four innocent letters but put together is something so powerful. Something special, or magic even. Something different. Something hard to find, but I'm lucky I found. Something I would have never found without you. The meaning; I don't know. The feeling; unexplainable. But I still know. I know this is it. The thing they call love. I feel it. I LOVE you and you're the only one catching my eye.

People stopped asking me how I feel, simply because I think that they already knew the answer and they didn’t want to bother with repetition. I turned into a page in a book. Only looked at when needed, only read when I’m wanted. Then I’m put back on the shelf. I feel like people forget about me. That I sort of just fade into the background, because I’m just always there. I am the fly on the wall. Swatted away, and forgotten. There is no real dedication to my existence. Just moments of clarity, and then they go blind again. No matter what it is I am I feel like people stopped caring about me. Maybe it is in a selfish way or maybe it is because I became good at hiding my feelings. I feel like the stars in the night sky. Millions and millions of light years away, and I disappear before anyone acknowledges me.

Inside the room, alone I wait.

Chained and gagged, to depreciate.

I hang here, every day,

I just want

To waste away.

My ears are gone,

From my eyes I bleed.

What did I do? What sinister deed?

There would be my small world
but with your so big embrace
my little heart
into bigger yours
my thin breath
into specious yours
my whispered words
as the gap between missing yours
I hope to be cuddled
by your silence
There would be my small world
but with the harmony of your heart