I found words, words you've probably never heard of but when you do you'll feel what I feel. You will know what I am.
I used to be a kalon.
I was nothing more; not soul, nor mind, nor love or kindness.
I was a wicked hurricane.
I used to be external.
I would egrote, procrastinate, I would wish to get things done but lack the strength to fulfill it.
But not anymore, everyday I wake up ready to go anywhere as long as I can see you there.
Anywhere, even school.
I used to be a uhtceare.
It was endless, I had pills, so many tranquilizers when you were all I needed;
I am not cured, I still stay up some nights but you opiate this hazy head of mine.
I sleep most nights now
My innocence was taken from me long ago, but I have never been a apodyopsis until getting to know you. Until getting to know you from every angle. But I have fully stripped you. You cannot hide from my soul anymore.
I am a novaturient person now
. I want better things, a better life. You've made me want to live better, for you; I want to be better for you. For me too, but also for you.
I balter, but not with dance, with love. I love artlessly, but it's still love. It's all your love and I try.
I feel a certain fernweh for all of my favorite places, I want to take you to them, tell you the stories of them. Engross you with new memories there.
And although I will always be a nyctophilaic you were my light when the darkness was no longer comfortable and I will be forever grateful for you.
You are my serendipity, you are my nepenthe; you make me feel better, happy even.
And I like touching you, cafuné-ing you, it makes it all so much more real.
I love you.
Srjs.
10:45 p.m.
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