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To the Love of my Life
I.
When I first met you I was darkened by the shadow of a cowardly boy, pain drenched, loneliness seeping out of every pore, silently screaming hoping someone would notice
II.
When I first met you you were quiet in the back, storm clouds in your eyes, a clench in your jaw that stated you definitely did not want to be there
III.
When I first met you you gave me a look of wariness and wonder-lust like I was a new video game that came out but you didn't know if you liked the cover or not
IV.
When I first met you I wanted you. I wanted all of you. Everything about you made me buzz, everything about you sent shock waves down to my toes starting at my brain like Cupid himself had rode down from the heavens and put his arrow barely an inch above my chest, pulled back as far as he could then let go... the arrow hitting me so hard I flew backwards, tripped over my insecurities, and fell for you.
V.
I fell for you and I'm still not sure if I'm done falling. I started out in space and I have been continuing my descent for some while now but I've barely made it past a single star.
VI.
Your love put me so high that the thought of looking down makes me nauseous, it turns my stomach upside down, puts adrenaline in my blood, makes my head spin, makes my heart pound just like it does every time I see your face or hear your voice.
VII.
You're my everything.
VIII.
You're my other half.
IX.
You're the thoughts that bang against my head all day. You're the dreams I have when it's happily ever after. You're the pinpoint of light always visible in the dark. You're the voice always screaming to do the right thing. You're the love that I never want to lose...
X.
When I first met you every fear, every irrational thought, every scared-for-my-life feeling dissolved. Every run from happiness instinct fell apart and blew away in the wind. All of the 'why am I here' 'why am I still breathing' thoughts were answered by a simple glance stole at the boy with deep eyes that seemed to stare right at me.
When I first met you I was darkened by the shadow of a cowardly boy, pain drenched, loneliness seeping out of every pore, silently screaming hoping someone would notice
II.
When I first met you you were quiet in the back, storm clouds in your eyes, a clench in your jaw that stated you definitely did not want to be there
III.
When I first met you you gave me a look of wariness and wonder-lust like I was a new video game that came out but you didn't know if you liked the cover or not
IV.
When I first met you I wanted you. I wanted all of you. Everything about you made me buzz, everything about you sent shock waves down to my toes starting at my brain like Cupid himself had rode down from the heavens and put his arrow barely an inch above my chest, pulled back as far as he could then let go... the arrow hitting me so hard I flew backwards, tripped over my insecurities, and fell for you.
V.
I fell for you and I'm still not sure if I'm done falling. I started out in space and I have been continuing my descent for some while now but I've barely made it past a single star.
VI.
Your love put me so high that the thought of looking down makes me nauseous, it turns my stomach upside down, puts adrenaline in my blood, makes my head spin, makes my heart pound just like it does every time I see your face or hear your voice.
VII.
You're my everything.
VIII.
You're my other half.
IX.
You're the thoughts that bang against my head all day. You're the dreams I have when it's happily ever after. You're the pinpoint of light always visible in the dark. You're the voice always screaming to do the right thing. You're the love that I never want to lose...
X.
When I first met you every fear, every irrational thought, every scared-for-my-life feeling dissolved. Every run from happiness instinct fell apart and blew away in the wind. All of the 'why am I here' 'why am I still breathing' thoughts were answered by a simple glance stole at the boy with deep eyes that seemed to stare right at me.
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