Cookies, Coffee & Poetry

I feel as if I’m losing sight of myself as I think about you, consuming your whole being within my thoughts, planting the infatuated seed towards my heart  

I feel as if… if I can’t get a grasp of you… I won’t be able to get a hold of myself and lock up all boxes of worms, wasps, and bees that clog all faith of love and happiness… just bites, itches,misery, and insanity

I feel that if I can’t have you… I’m incapable of any sight of healing. No water to nurture my heart and mend the broken pieces within my mind… no mirror to see what others see in me… just cracks of puzzles unable to place into one piece

I feel as if all urges to love and be loved is a far journey… such distance all life will be robbed from me… a marathon not many opt to run… a blemish too rigid to wash away…

I feel and feel and feel and feel just to deluge out all feels I feel to numb out all perceivable weaknesses

A weakness… a weakness that I pray you’ll never see