Mumbling nonsense.

Mumbling nonsense, blessed with insight, still trying to put my feeling to light. 

You smile bright, I crumble, waiting for my pride to break. 

whats at stake? Fever dreams, and cold sweat.  

I still feel this sensation crawling in my chest, I'm lucky, I'm blessed. 

No longer depressed, things are easier, you make it clear. 

Even from so far away, I can still smell you inside me. 

And Letting go,And  giving in, was the best gift I've been given. 

I have no doubts, prosper or crash, laugh or cry. 

Wrapped in time, moments of meaning.  Memories evasive and sly. 

I'm ready to revoke my membership to this bleeding hearts club. 

Gambling in thorns of infatuation, sophistication, naturally combust. 

I'm addicted to this rush, no excuses. Not willing to give up. 

all I can promise you is this. Infatuation is torment, love is pain. 

But trying, is defying all that could die in vain. 

You're so beautiful in my dreams, reality can explain. 

Luck has found me, these days no longer taste of disdain. 

Collapsing on command, diamond eyes on demand. 

Fulfilling the cracks, long lost habits. 

Die hard junkie, to this intoxicating scent. 

Im Drunk off your breath, indulging in hormonal sweat. 

Breathing in, exhaling you, remaining truth. 

Bright flashes, furthering futures in multiply. 

Simplicity the goal in mind, resting our third eye. 

Wound up in memory, long lasting loyalty. 

Love, sex, birthdays, everything living in between. 

In depth feeling, thankful. 

Author's Note

Just want some feedback. Thanks