Poetry

For The Women I Loved

I want to focus on you, But your eyes are so distracting, Or maybe it's just the ADHD. Your eyes though, Sorry, I get a little lost in translation, It's hard to turn my love for you into words, Or maybe it is ADHD.

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I could smell something,
Something is burning,
Maybe my heart is on fire.
You see, the last time you touched me,
Something electric happened,
Maybe the wires inside my head are burning?
The last time you said you liked me,
Something magical happened,
Maybe the universe is on fire?
When you hugged me and told me you wanted to have a future with me,
Something happened,
And I can’t even put my finger on it,
Because they are so busy stroking your hair, I can’t put them anywhere else.
Do I want to?
I guess, yes. YES.
I want to run them down your back while I gently kiss your neck,
But again,
Something starts burning.
I want to focus on you,
But your eyes are so distracting,
Or maybe it’s just the ADHD.
Your eyes though,
Sorry, I get a little lost in translation,
It’s hard to turn my love for you into words,
Or maybe it is ADHD.
Yeah sorry,
Back to your eyes,
Your eyes have the power to end thousand worlds,
The power to make mankind question their existence,
The power to end the system,
The power to start a new one,
But I want to be the one to get lost in them for the moment.
I want to look into them and forget that something is burning.
I want to kiss them softly while you lay your head on my chest,
I want to tell you that they have ended me.
They have ended me.
But here I am,
With this spark inside my heart,
Waiting to feel the electricity all over again,
It might just destroy me,
But here I am,
All over again,
Waiting to be kissed.

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