Misunderstood

 
I’m the wilderness in which he runs wildly within as he cleanses his daily woes in my cascading rivers whilst my soft breeze wraps him in tender kisses upon his weary eyelids, and the stars are the only things that twinkle beneath the portals to his soul, and we lay swaddled in the chasm of my unspoken internal breakdown as he recalls my heart beat lyrically, and I succumb to his chanting as we dance upon those ochre tinged plains, both now mature and ripened like a juicy peach whilst the beauty of our epilogue remains unwritten, as our chapters are still being scribed.

He’s the songbird in which I gaze upon, and the paper cuts upon my hands are evident as I attempt to read him as I watch his heart blossom and swell, and he edges himself closer to me as I anchor myself in the depths of my love for him, an undying love that remains through the aeons, and shall remain for a thousand more years, we remain bound to one another and I ache to feel his breath sustain me through dusk to dawn as we both find ways to tip toe through one another's psyche, to unearth the underlying.

I’m the bonfire he lights to keep himself warm as I set his soul aflame blazingly & steadily whilst rising and falling in his unspoken truths, and whilst we both have flaws, we understand that neither of us are perfect save being perfectly imperfect and the way he pursues me leaves me without doubt as we map our shared journey to navigate our way through life together, and its anticipated that we’ll have our ups and downs as we find our groove and tether ourselves to the end point of love, In unity.

He’s the moon and I’m the ocean, ever enchanted by the way he impacts upon my tidal like waves of e - motions as those blue eyes pierce my soul, and those eyes have a language of their own, and we don't speak our truths as oft as we should, and in the midst of my shifting tides, he remains reassuringly that he’s not about the check - out at the boarding gate to a destination unknown, whilst I check - in and blow kisses  upon the breeze to ensure he knows where my heart belongs, threaded to his.

He’s the balm to my gaping wounds unseen as he kisses me hard & passionately; most longingly and deeply yet viciously with so much intent that it’s undeniable how he feels about me, however he’s misunderstood as he hears me moaning softly behind an ajar door, unaware that he’s the only one that leaves my heart racing, and my heart aches, as my soul recognises his unsung heart.

And still, he blows himself away, and leaves me to pick up the shrapnel, coated in his blood.