If she only knew.
If she only knew the feeling of looking deep into her eyes, the feeling of nothing and everything at the same time. Such a rush, with no measure. Like a drug, a craving you can’t resist.
Her glowing smile can be seen from mountains away, her precious laugh can be heard in a room full of footsteps. If she only knew these feelings I felt. If only she could feel the power of her own touch, how electric she is. If only she understood how I fell and never hit the ground beneath me. If only she knew how magnificent she was.
Maybe then she’d understand why I feel lost and found at the same time. Maybe then she’d see why I never let go, maybe then she’d surrender too. Maybe then the feeling of her heartbeat would take over, maybe then we’d both become lost in the rhythm. Maybe then we’d shut our eyes and see the truth between us.
It’s a push and pull, a two sided mirror, a fire burning in the rain.
She’s love and pain, a sword through my heart. She’s the sand falling through my hands. She’s the sandcastle and the high tide by my bedside.
Broken glass and heartfelt memories fill the room in a spiral. She’s dancing and screaming, her footsteps become thunder. She casts a spell, a cauldron filled with broken promises and laughter. Smoke and hope rises, as the truth sets the bedroom on fire.
The walls begin to fall, exposing the night sky above us. The stars cast their wonder, the moon comforts all the madness. The horn sounds loudly and she holds me close. I feel safe.
Her heart screams with passion and desire, burning brighter than before. She speaks but I cannot hear what my eyes refuse to see. Lost in a downpour of love and madness I lose her grip, I slip and I lose myself.
I open my eyes and she’s gone.
I call out her name, there is no echo. I scream, but there is no sound.
I close my eyes, and she’s there.
I reach out and she sinks into the ground, I panic and dig into the soil, my hands made of thorns. I dig myself into a deep hole and the rain begins to pour, the thunder roars even louder. Drowning in fear and worry I surrender to what I feel and to what needs to be felt.
Days pass and I eventually float to the surface, the warm sun kisses my skin. The stormy skies clear and I find myself in an endless garden of flowers. I look around only to see what I saw all along, her love.
If she only knew.