Perhaps in love we need to be held close and tightly to breathe easily otherwise loose strands usually loose stands. I remember when I first noticed that you liked me back, Oh and the lips, they fall and I am going to need some arms to crawl into, and
If only our lungs knew how not to expand for everything to home inside, our skin would have been withering with the feeling of touching the air above us again as if any exposed cell will breathe this oxygen for us to live.
Insomniac or should I say, in so much ache.
Though I am a warrior yet I am worrying these days cause I trust no rain to understand my pain as drops fall together while I fall alone but,
I have never met anyone so fearless who never struggled to make a leap out of this abysmally spiral staircase that steps down to the treasuries of our feelings that increase in vastness day by day, you are nurturing my pain alongside love, and
While you are reading this and I have my eyes on the same word, we are inhaling in unison, these sentences draped with the blotches of my feelings and left on your wall to be soaked randomly though cursively, we voluntarily breathed this ink down our pharynx and taught our alveolus to be receptive to the blotches left afterwards.
So while I was busy in remembering the easily forgettable things, your soul is a kaleidoscope bursting with every shade and hue, I shift my gaze ever so slightly and you are something entirely new.
You know I see it, no matter how far. The freckles under your eyes are braille in disguise, and the dark shade of your iris is the only colour this blind has ever seen. My fingers can take a stroll on the trail of your cheeks, your mud coloured skin is the cleanest place they have ever been.