They say,
They talk,
Apparently,
We are in love.

I'm happy,
But it's questioning,
Due to the situation,
Due to my thoughts.

I love the idea,
Of you and I,
Happening,
Of you and me existing.

But some part of me,
Doesn't want that,
It's not a "you" problem,
It's a "me" one.

I want your love,
Your attention,
I want all of you,
Infinitely.

Yet it's the silence,
It's captivating,
I'm in love,
With both you and it.

I know,
My heart wants you,
Just as much as,
The silence.

And yet,
Here we are,
Friends,
In between all this love.

I could swear,
But I can't,
It'd be a lie,
A beautiful one.

I love you,
That is true,
But,
The idea is poisonous.

Not being,
Able to tell you,
Kills me,
And yet I'm addicted.

Maybe,
Me loving you,
Is enough,
Maybe this illusion has me caught.

I'm stuck in a what if,
Of you and I,
It's a beautiful lie,
I find myself revisiting.
By:Jn

In the most selfish way possible,
I want to break your walls,
Melt them,
And make you mine.

I want to own your smile,
Dominate your sight,
I want you looking my way only,
No distractions allowed.

Your heart belongs to me,
Just like your kisses,
Your hugs,
Your adorable self is what I own.

In the most senseless way,
You can't exist without me,
Just like I without you,
In the most selfish way possible you are to be mine.
By:Jn

Your name,
It's plastered in my mind,
It reminds me of a feeling,
One I thought I lost.

Your name,
Fixes the world around me,
I want to call you out,
For the rest of eternity.
By:Jn

And even for a moment, you stole the show. You took everything and left nothing.....

I keep going back to them, Like they exist forever. Yet I know, they are nothing but possibilities I can never live in and in my own way I didn't want them to happen.......to exist.......

I need them to stop, for me to love differently or non at all......
By:Jn

She already does,
Even in my dreams,
The way,
She doesn't want to leave.

The way,
She wants to always,
Disrupt my rest,
In all manner of ways.

The way the sun,
Rises with her,
Proves that,
It shows her importance.

The way,
Ideas are made,
With her in them,
Like it's a natural thing.

In my life,
She keeps being first,
In a way that,
Is lovely.

My good days,
Start with her,
And bad,
End with her.

She cures the silence,
Like the rain,
With a beautiful rest,
And her calm embrace.

She comes before the good times,
Before the storms are brewing,
She's better than that,
She's best first.

She knows,
I'd keep her there,
So she's kind,
She's gentle.

Maybe also,
Just a tab bit,
Proud of herself,
As she should.

I try not to show it,
Her importance,
To me,
But I think it's late.

She knows,
She understands,
That not matter what happens,
She comes first.
By:Jn