Im an overthinker

I am an over-thinker constantly engulfed in my thoughts;

I wait for you to save me from this agonizing pain by mere words;

I wait for them so eagerly, I know they can save me and sooth me;

I am an over-thinker, It might be my least favorite trait; 

and if that part of me had to go, I would  not tell her to wait;

Except; Shes done so much for me;

with a brain full of memories; a heart full of affection;

Would life be better without her, easier could it be?

But, If she doesnt exist, I dont think I would be this version of me;

Shes thoughtful, outgoing, patient and actually kind;

She cares too much about how she might make others feel;

She overthinks a lot, but should I actually mind?

Maybe I should not, I should care for the overthinking romantic who forgives for the 3rd time;

Maybe the third times the charm; shes weird;

Shes been manipulated in the past just to see how much she could bare,

But as I think about it more clearly, Im not the person to play,

And maybe I am an overthinker, but atleast Im not hurting you this way. 

My Companion

I feel the warmth of you, your presence colors the mundane with magic, you make every memory more memorable, your smile makes every pain more bearable, every challenge more conquerable. I feel the intention in our bond, the reciprocity in the spaces you hold, the effort in the times you lift me and the kindness in the instance when you let me simply be me. 

Through shared dreams and whispered secrets, through binding promises and caring words, I find the solace in knowing that you will always walk beside me. In knowing I will not walk astray so long as I have you dragging me to the sidewalk, guiding me from and to. 

I have come to realize that life's true fulfillment is not achieving everything on my own, or striving for independence and conquering it all by myself. My life is only truly fulfilled in the moments shared that reflect affection, that mirror respect towards one another, where love is engraved into every fabric of my existence and kindness to my being, it is only truly fulfilled by being loved by you. 

Don't Leave Me

 Every time you embrace me,

I feel my ribs losing its grip on my heart,

as it slowly falls in to your palms.

Every time you hug me,

I feel my heartbeat change its rhythm,

Along to the soft sighs that escape your lips.

Every time you kiss me,

I feel my eyes flutter as the whole world,

Seem to disappear behind my eyes.

Every time you look at me,

I feel my lungs fill to the smell of you,

With every breath I take from the nape of your neck.

So darling, please, drop a hint before you leave,

For I am addicted,

to the wine I sip from your collarbones,

to the feeling of your lips brushing against my cheeks.

So darling please, give me a sign before you drop,

My heart from your palms, so I could catch it.

So darling, please, give me a few nights,

To forget about the times you kissed the corner of my mouth.

So darling, please give me a warning,

To wash off the scent of your smell from my sheets.

So darling, please, tell me you love me over and over again, until it loses all it’s meaning.

So Darling, please, grab my shoulders and shake me,

Tell me to snap out of it, Tell me before you leave me.

 

PS. Please don’t leave me.

Gray

Between the lines of black and white,
He was every color of Gray, dark and light.

And as someone who only processed in binary,
Your decimals were a little too tough to my bases,
If you were a 1, or 0 Id know better, Maybe
If you were just black or just white, I would see you better, Maybe.

Or Maybe it was the distance between us,
If I moved a little closer Id see you're black,
And if I moved any far than I am now, Id see you're white.


But In the tales of black and white,
I am still caught in thought, how,
You found the colors to paint me,
Where the world had left me Gray.

Maybe.

Maybe I would caress your face,
from the tip of your chin,
till the ends of your hair,
Maybe I will stand at a distance and act like I don't see you.

Maybe I will whisper how fascinating I find your face,
and how it invokes me to push against you,
and to kiss you as gently as rough can be.
Maybe I will jerk my hands away every time you try to grab it,
and look away from your eyes every time you turn to me.

For you're gonna call this mathematics, Cos it isn't chemistry,
While little do you know that we meet hand in hand,
Fingers intertwined, in no equation that can be solved.
Little do you know that there is no algebra nor arithmatics
That could climb to the gradients of our thrusts.

And for you may think you are the crumbled piece of paper,
With scribbled equations I might be unfolding in secret,
But what you are to me,
Is every formula that I know by heart.

Good Days

We talked until the morning light.
Speaking in soft giggles and stories of the earlier days.
Through tired eyes and heartfelt smiles, I couldnt help but fall for you.

Waiting for you

Our skies don't line up anymore, 

Its raining on your end and a sun shining on mine. 

Our sunsets aren't in sync anymore, 

Your winter are snowy, and my suns on show. 

But as long as we're looking at the same sky, we will remain together. 

Maybe you meet new people, 

Go new places, and befriend new faces,

Maybe they replace me in your photos, 

As I spend my time with others, 

But as long as we are the same people, you wont ever be replaced. 

These miles wont wear us thin, 

Unlike these days, that shall pass.

As I know you're on the other side,

waiting for me, 

As I am all the way here, 

waiting for you.