There is a type of magnificent yet incisive pain I feel only when you are here.
When your voice makes even the quietest of sound, I can feel it as if it were razorblades dancing along my skin as they go deeper - then up to my ears as my blood gently weeps down towards the floor - finally, shall the harmonic blades get tired and settle with my other memories of you.
Your eyes hold stars and galaxies so spectacular and bright that it makes the midnight sky burn with jealousy. You look so stunning and gorgeous that even the succubi would do anything to have a feature just like yours. I just can’t help but admire you as you just exist and live and be you and just you.
This drunken state you put me in when I’m near you is addicting beyond belief. Your beauty must be seen by others and adored the same way I marvel at you each time I notice you here. There are so many things I could say about you that I love, but I must focus on us because I hope you aren’t a dream that will eventually be lost if I were to wake up.
For now, I will follow you to our spot. The way you beckon me over almost makes me melt. Tonight is perfect for me and you to just be us.
“Oh, how I love you so,” I cry upon your skin as you hold me close - never letting me go as I cherish all the time we get to have together. My throat blocks itself as warm tears pour out of my eyes until you are barely recognizable. This wish to see you as the authentic and absolutely you and nothing but you - having become true - made my heart ache and fold with how much I love you and just you.
“To be with you is a dream come true.” I whimper. “I refuse to love if it is not you.”
“Oh, how I love you so,” I wish to cry upon your skin as you hold me close - imagining you never letting me go as I curse up towards the universe - why must I have never been given a chance to have time to cherish with you? My throat begins to fill with fat and disgusting sobs on which I gag upon. My only wish is to see you clear and alive and real right in front of me - just the authentic and absolutely you and nothing but you who lives worlds away in my imagination.
“I cannot love another!” I choke out. “It must be you!”
I look for you in the books I reread daily - hot tears I shamefully produce melt the words of your world that is so far from me, yet right in my hands.
I look for you in the paintings - any feature reminding me of you makes my heart long for your touch.
I look for you in the echos of untuned pianos - their weeping reminding me of the agonizing loneliness and heartbreak to which I’m forever cursed to.
I look for you everyday.
I swallowed and tried to blink back the tears that were barely being contained. Each part of my body wanted to mourn you once again - this deep pit of torment polluting my chest and drowning me slowly was welcome to kill me now.
How desperately I wanted to not love you anymore and forget you, yet I couldn’t. No matter how many worlds of fiction divide us, I will do whatever it takes to be with you. Until then, I will daydream of me and you as just us.