I think about you so often, that it almost hurts.
I can’t begin to describe the way you haunt me every waking moment, sweet echoes of your hands caressing my cheeks to the softness of your heart.
You have no idea how much you consume my thoughts, how much I crave you. I become sick with intense feelings, ones I’m too scared to name, in fear of your unreciprocated emotions that taint my mind.
It torments me- you torment me, you tear at my insides like a wildfire, one set just delicately enough to keep the flames from licking my desperate heart.
The stars and their divinity couldn’t compare to the paradise of your lips, anything and everything sweet I’ve ever tasted. A reminder of what power you have over me, just within the bloom of them.
I have tried to gaze upon the stars, watch them closely. But when I wish to gaze upon a star, I simply look at you. Maybe I cannot see the glare of light, or the soft glow of the moon in them; but I see everything I’ve ever wanted, so delicate and pure.
You’re the object of my obsession, you always have been. My head, my mouth, they only seem to think and speak of you, to breathe your name out in hopes it’ll poison the air I breathe until I cannot think of anything but you. My words seem to always find their way back to you, to speak of your name and your name only.
I can’t tell you something so simple, though. Something anyone else could see. I must tell you how the lullaby of your soft face rocks me to sleep, how every gaze you give me brings me someplace else nobody else can find me.
Every time I look into those eyes of yours, I see flowers that will never wilt. They bloom, bright and beautiful, stretching across your iris, your pupils, painting you with the beauty you have so deep inside of you.
Every single word spoken from your lips is like a miracle, a gift born from the word of my prayers. At nights, deep into the darkness, I’ve only worshiped one thing. It’s always been you. I worship you through words, quick glances, and a fondness only etched through your smile.
I never really cared for the simplicity of things- of a walk, of shared drinks, of quick hugs; until I met you. Then, it was like they meant everything.
I never knew trust until I knew you. Never cared for it, until I knew you deeply. You are the embodiment of my soul, of everything pure I wish to keep about myself, something untouched by disgust.
Make me winsome in your eyes at least, and that will forever be enough for me. You will forever be everything.
Author’s Note:
This is a deeply intimate piece I’ve wrote about someone I’ve had feelings for since I’ve met them, someone who changed my view on everything.
Selena Hess-Lopez | 16 | Flint, MI | @selenalopezz14 on Instagram
