you're worth more than a message full
of words expressing my lack of merit

you're worth more than an unhappy
frown leading you to nothing but
sleeping with a throbbing chest
and melancholy

you're worth more than the strain
of the atmosphere choking you up
to the point where you can't see
your own words coming out
of your mouth

you're worth more than a spiteful
individual to have you grieve for
their altruism options

you're worth more than unnecessary
hurdles approaching you day by day

and you're especially worth more
than an assurance of words, but only
meant for you to feel the culpability
of my own.

When I feel your warmth against my
flesh, my every sight turns into a
vibrant hue

it's you;
for which is the reason to the gaiety
of my soul

it's you;
that brings out the steam of consciousness within myself;
nocturnal

it's you;
that drained the very beat of my heart for
causing it to skip several times that, I,
myself couldn't keep up with the pace

it's you;
that gives me the feeling of worm-like-knees
when you speak to me with the weariness
of your breath

it's you;
that reminds me of every paragon views
which captures the exact profile
I wish to gaze at daily.