I’m tearing my thoughts apart in a mental
shark attack
Hoping to embark on a journey that puts my
reality on a gurney
Only to be resuscitated when I need it back.
My past and future fade to black while I stay
searching strings of things
It’s like I’m running a marathon against springs;
I’m always snapping back to you.
You who stars in every episode of my
playwritings
All
one million of them till I fix you into dark skies as night lightings
And you have never looked so beautiful.
Your shine has never felt so dutiful
engulfing me in its radiance;
It’s you who leaves me delightful even from a distance.
It’s always you who sight’s full of great
things done and the greater yet to come
Your passion that never succumbs when
challenges drum
Your modesty that sits above your ego is the
body that links the path of where you’re going to that which you’re from like two
opposable thumbs
I’m walking right beside you so there’ll be no
need fill the road with crumbs
Just forgive my shrieking voice when I start
to hum.
…But I’m with you.
You who bore to me your beliefs, fears and
defects
And danced with me despite my faults without
a halt
You, with whom the absolute was derived from two
imperfects
I see a man whose choices weigh a ton
Never a broken nor uncertain man but he whose
empire stands undone
I’m asked why I love you, why I call you “The
One”
Above all of mothers’ sons
Why I choose you.
But they haven’t seen extraordinary
No, they haven’t met us yet
They may have been in contact with a carbon
copy
Or from a distance familiarized with our
silhouette.
Let them come up close and see we’re
exquisite
Sublime, magnificent in a way that the normal
can’t help but anxiously quiz it
We’re desirable like milk-bathed skin
Surreal yet completely genuine
It’s this love we’re in
That thin thread between insanity and
actuality on which we tread
Give us Lord our daily bread and together;
body, heart and head, we are fed.
This love that guides us to what resides on
the other side of distant hills
That fills our souls on adventurous rides and
heart-thumping thrills
You’re that sentiment that keeps ink to my
quill
Yes I love you, always have…always will.
There's a burn inside my chest that gets my
insides to churn.
A passion that turns me towards a path that I
yearn
I am loved and I love in return.
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