Tell me,

what are the things that fascinate you most?

Things that make your eyes sparkle aglow,

that soothe your awry, unrest, stirred soul.

Some are fascinated with their fiery, burning passion of life,

and some others are fascinated with their own death.

I am one of the latter.

Just met a man.
Every single thing about him is amazing or was I just under some spell?
Truly enchanting, he is, with the stories he had shared and I still remember the sound of his laugh that is music to my ears.
How endearing I find him. I'm still in awe and I'm running out of words to describe how endlessly fascinating he is.
Radiant smile is what my lips involuntarily form whenever I meet his eyes or hear the vibration of his voice or simply just the thought of him cross my mind.
One day, maybe, one day, he'll leave me, too, or maybe he'll choose me. But I thank the Heavens above that I've known this man whose name is somewhere along this poem.

He will

Kiss me hard
Touch me where I am scarred
Throw me out
Scream; shout
Remind me I am worthless
Make me wordless
Use
Abuse

But he will

Love me softly
Come home promptly
Take me out
Ask what I am all about
Remind me that he needs me
Compare me to a beautiful sea
Find me when I am afraid
Give me aide

And he will

*Always cry himself to sleep