It’s a longing that runs deep
It’s a fire that lights it
It’s a blaze that you seek
It’s a desire that falls neat
It’s a blush that you heat
It’s a lust that you whip
It’s a whisper that feels cheap
It’s a lump that you dip
It’s a tear that you lick
It’s a feeling that leaves quick

It’s a Lover who felt sick

I really don't know what to call this....
but you'd glance my way and this feeling would wash over me
like you had set a cage of butterflies free inside me
your eyes made me beyond nervous
they were so deep, intoxicating
I wanted to drown in them and run away all at the same time
this does not make sense because you are you and I am me
a boy and a dreamer
you are like the ground, steady, stable, always there
you sleep at night and work in the day.... nothing about your vision is blurry
sleep and myself are enemies, dreams consume my day and night
my heads spinning and nothing makes sense
you my love are perfect well I'm a paradox
hold me close.... for another second just incase my illusions come true....

to breakfasts on bed and fusion dinners
to busy weekdays and idle weekends
to morning kisses and late night cuddles
i'll choose anytime to be with you

to trivial thoughts and spirited visions
to corny jokes that make no sense
to profound sentiments on life and universe
i'll chat about anything with you

to glaring cities or tranquil mountains
to the simplest lodges or fanciest locations
to highs and lows, even rock-bottom
i'll be fine anywhere with you

anytime, anything, anywhere
as long as it's with you

as long as I am with you

people keep telling me to text him less,
dont reply immediately,
let him search for me,
let him call me first,
but why?
why do i have to show less love to be treated properly?
when i have all the love inside me to give?
even if it will end up hurting me one day,
it will be his loss at the end of the day,
because why?
he didnt realize that someone was capable of loving him more than he could ever give to himself,
and i am not ashamed of loving.

Don't get mad
I want you to stay
I can't stand
to be so far way

Don't feel bad
I can't hear no more
You know I couldn't
See you anyway

When it rains, some people run a little
tucking sighs into their collars  
my knuckles tap lightly
on the backseat window
shattering a string of clammy
question marks
you said, we met too soon
before we’d learned how to love
and now I’m grinding restless days  
sharpening them into matchsticks
waiting for a sunny day
to strike some sparks
the rain, keeps stitching up fissures  
while the city slips and slides in puddles
our conversations hang  
like wet clothes dripping on the laundry line  
awaiting the next sun to dry and turn them into  
transparent answers.

As I stand beneath,
sky's embrace,
open arms,
claim me as its own.

each drop,
cold,
yet warmth blossom in me.

each raindrop,
feels as a caress,
a lover's kiss,
as it drenchs my soul.

"Golden chile , Shooting star , Hello goddess,
We are the same in different ways,
Know some will shame,  we've had our faults,
I would move mountains and plug up volcanoes if
we never do talk,
I need your voice , right though my brain,
Run through my brain , my minds for you,
Where you shall live , rent free in here,
I need you in my life more than americans need
K-POP,
my love will never stop,
I'm trying to say , theres no if , ands or buts,
My heart is yours and if you want, let it be known,
That this is you , the world should know that a
real goddess exist, and have been reborn,
No dull moment would ever ruin , laughters adored...."

©abpoetry2025.

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