Writers

c. 2014

I romanticize a lot of things.

Like the way your smile knocks me out

Or how your cologne takes my breath away.

Or even how my heart literally aches when you're not around.

It's cheesy and I'm a little embarrassed

But you are the light of my world.

Your voice resonates in my room's silence,

You smell lulls me to sleep, hugging me like you're here.

Your shirts hang loosely from my body,

And your eyes scan me in my sleep.

I'm not one to be sentimental.

In fact, I'm known as a pessimist.

But I need you to understand me when I say

That I see stars in your eyes

And you hold my world in the palm of your hands

And I have never felt this insecure

And this secure at the same time.

There's lightning in your veins

And poison in your lips

And wind in your fingertips.

I don't like being out of control.

I used to determine what happened to me.

I used to control what was done to my body.

Bad habits infected my skin,

Forming tiger stripes I never wanted to earn.

You break my addictions.

People tell me I shouldn't describe them as addictions.

But that's what they were.

And that's what you are:

An addiction I never want to shake.

I'm a nervous wreck.

I know you know who I am.

I don't cope well with much.

So when I say my pulse skyrockets when you're not with me,

Know I have to cling to my stuffed animal

I made you spray with your cologne

Just so I can calm down.

You say you can't stand me leaving

But do you know how it feels

To actually need someone to help you survive?

I am a mess.

But you're slowly picking up the pieces.

The carnage of my disastrous past

Is being cleaned

With every simple kiss

And every smooth touch

And every beautiful smile

You flash in my direction.

I say it too often, you're probably sick of hearing it.

You helped my through one withdrawal and started a new addiction.

And I'm hooked.