Just you

It’s just you who keeps me awake at night

Kisses my neck, and tells me to sleep tight

Scares away the monsters from my head

Just you

It’s just you who tells me it will be all right

Keeps all the bad memories out of sight

Awakens feelings, which were dead

Just you

It’s just you who makes sure that I’m fit for fight

Wakes me from the dreams, where I fall from a great height

But I was scared, so I fled

Although this is just poetry

A silly fantasy

I’ll wait till dawn

For who?

Just you

When I look at you, I feel like I am dying. Not the bad kind of dying, but the kind of dying where my lungs forget how to function and the oxygen can't seem to find its' way in.
The kind of dying where every hair on my body stands straight up, the muscles contracting like an icy wind just crept up my spine- frigid and tempting.
My eyes can't seem to break their gaze from you, like one of those cheesey scenes from a romance movie where they zoom in slowly on the person's face- locked on fixation.
My heart-rate slows, making it feel like there's no blood left in my body to pump, movements as slow as an IV drip full of Morphine.
Like my veins closed up and are rejecting circulation- just as i am rejecting focus on anything but you.
I can feel a warmth creep through me, like venom seeping into my blood after a deadly bite from a pit viper- just the perfect temperature to hatch the thousands of cocoons resting in my stomach lining.
I go to open my mouth, to speak to you, to converse about silly things like why the moon and sun never seem to meet, or why human toes are so odd- but all that seems to break its' way out of my body are butterflies of the most potent vibrancy, colors that don't even have names.
Colors so vivid and enchanting that only fairytales and daydreams could house them, conjure them up with spells of the highest power.
Your eyes catch me staring and I go weak in the knees- my body unable to decide whether it'd rather collapse to the ground in a motionless pile, sinking into the soil to become the undergrowth that feeds fungi and small flowers, or to kick itself into hyper-drive, frolicking about like a newborn fawn feeling sun on its back during its' first Spring.
Yet all it seems my mind can really fathom is the craving for you, like an intense sense of fiending for nicotine crawling through my flesh.
An addiction I couldn't stop, even if I wanted to. Since I will never stop wanting you.

Yeah,
I know,
haven’t written a love letter in awhile,
so here,
we go,
another love letter,

an infatuated reminder,
that I still love you,
and I see you out there growing,
and I want you to know I’ll be waiting,

when you’re ready to come home,

look at you,
what a beautiful being you’ve become,
to you this love letter is written,
and from me is where it’s from,

go,
or stay,
come here,
or go away,

either way I love you,
always have and always will unconditionally,

and I know we don’t see each other,
as much as we ideally should,
but we don’t live in an ideal world,
even though we probably could,

would,

you please accept this love letter,
it’s okay the postage is already paid,
I’ll write it if you read it,
and if you come back this time I promise I will stay,

I’ve learned,
that to let you go was one of my biggest mistakes,
and I think about you constantly,
especially when the tides rise and the earth quakes,

you were the metronome for my heart beat,
I felt you everywhere and I saw you in everything,
actually you ARE the metronome for my heart beat,
and I still feel you everywhere and see you in everything,

I feel you,
I know you are struggling,
but you’ve gotta lose some battles to win the war,
so really all that trouble isn’t that troubling,

chill,
it’s cool,
their stress is not your stress,
you don’t need to stress I’ve got you,

true,

we are usually on the other side of the world,
we are usually in other peoples arms,
but this is unconditional love,
so no matter what I’ll always be yours,

yours truly,

Aaron La Lux…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

My dearest.
Words cannot describe how much I long to be in your embrace.
Your warmth that envelops me
And your softness.

Your tantalizing smell of clean laundry
And painted wood.
Your caress engulfs me,
Filling my dreams with peace.

I hate when I have to kiss you goodbye in the mornings
Walking out the door
With a final longing gaze at your beauty and snugness

But I can remember that you are always waiting for me
When I walk into the room
And dive into the warmth of the covers
And return to you
My bed