I don't know who you are, but you have conquered my thoughts. Hair wrapped in flowers, white blossoms clear up the sly. Your hands are tight and consistent. Your voice is sweet and melancholic. Your breath smells of alcohol, and immediately it's like my brain triggers emotion towards that. Maybe I'm too drunk into my mind (and into my body) to think rationally like a rational human being (who is rational anyway? that is so 2004) but the necessary conversions from pain to love are taking place right inside my head. Is this what true love feels like? I sit and wonder, eyes closed on the keyboard. Lay your eyes on me. Lay your memory on me. Remember me and think of me and see me again. I want to sink into you so deeply that there is no way to rid yourself of the scar. I want to hurt so much it feels good. I want to be the neverending cycle of true love, the pain and love that make you miserable and the happiest ever. I don't know who you are, but I sure as hell know one thing.
This isn't love, but this is a crush. This is a mirror image of the reflections my heart is conceiving. You are the ultimate epitome of something unreal, something overexaggerated, something fabricated. You are you. You are the pain and everything in my life. You are the most wonderful aspect of the pain that stings me when I look at the past. You are the overwriting statement clause of something that shines upon me. You are everything. You are. That's the ultimate part. You are. You are. You are.
Distance makes me sick of love, but makes me fall harder. Think of me. Dream of me. Believe in me. You're all I think about and you're everything. You conquer me. Can I conquer you too? Ultimate drinking thoughts. Ultimate pain.
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funny how the pain and the happiness are so intertwined, as though you cannot have one without the other. maybe you can't.
ReplyDeletei wonder if you and i are friends in real life. sometimes i think maybe we are.
I think that they're both different sides of the same coin.. It seems like they always seem to balance out. That's why I'm afraid when things are going right for me, I know they'll crash down when the time comes..
ReplyDeleteI wonder if we are. Even if we aren't, I feel like we have some sort of emotional knowledge of one another that would let us be friends in real life the moment we'd meet.